Sitting solemnly under the apple tree, wondering what beauty life has in store for me.
There, I swirled upward. Endless imagination, I saw it all.
She is whole, yet part of a whole.
Fingers stroll gently through the wheats planted on the hills
Hair rooted in her scalp
I was drawn in by the scent of freshly lit Yankee candles
Never seen such a beauty before in my life
Two mountains stand side by side
They are touching the sky with the tip of their tongue
Dark clouds shield the sun like hair around a vagina
My eye marvelled at what he saw
My soul flows to the rippling of the stream at the centre of the valley
I came to see that all was beautiful
Sauntering, at peace with myself
I had begun to sink into the pool of love like quicksand.
There I was, still sitting under the apple tree.
This beauty was next to me
She was everything that I could see.