Under the Maple Trees

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My Love, as we breathe in the cool mountain air this evening,

may we have ears to hear the birdsong in the pine trees, 

the faith to hope, our apple tree will bring us fruit

and the gratitude, to the One who made everything

as I kiss your cheek, under the maple trees.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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