Here we continue under the apple blossoms an orchard extends the process makes a fruited place
Pleasantness rises in voluminous heights perfumed wakefulness touches her face the mood is ever
Bright and sweet the presence of time and years are beheld in this rarefied expanse it is the
Embodiment of entanglements as you stroll these tendrils swirl they divest this woods character upon
Your soul it plays on strings of wonder you bask in its engulfing power it works through drifting in and
Out of your emotions then the sifting begins weight as heavy as baskets filled with apples draw you
Forth Lift you up and pull you down mightily into the soil that gives this quantified life while you muse
The Confusion clears and you have joyful insights riveting tributes of friends seem to match the fruit that
Hangs from the limbs bunched together are yesterday’s blessings and tomorrow’s promises are aglow
Eyes and mind astute the leaves are the cloth the apparel that affords a distinguished life colorful
Beneficial wholesome and natural we shall be known by our fruit exquisite dainty such tasteful lives are
Shown it reveals what we ascribe to the wise and dutiful expression are undeniable in the renowned
Place We are showcased on a future grand scale our names won’t change but our lives will to linger in
This cultured setting is like the renewing as the season’s age falls away and youth beams from every
Pore A store house is visited and bounty drips and falls from hands that bear heavy loads the day
Blooms from Its crest to the noonday then sweetly dies in the fading rays what comfort rests on the face
Of the Enriched life you came as a stranger and was changed to a favored child it isn’t only the blossoms
Over Head that create magical fanciful depths in the landscape but they create rapture in all of us so
Does the stillness ever work its intricate designs in a rush we miss what others have and are offering
And the deadliest of all is to look only at our own selves as worthy of time and effort growing
Is continuously providing but we will miss it if we stop engaging and discontinue the process of
Searching and the greatest gift is that of discovery you don’t have to be a world traveler just be curious
And filled with a heart that loves to share how surprised you will be to see and what lies beyond your
Own front door in the simplest places riches are gleaming diamonds gold emeralds they lie just below
The surface of those smiling faces of friends in fact this writing comes from my friend Sara she just
Mentioned an orchard it is no longer there but she recreated it by her breath and voice it touched me I
Hope it touches you also