Sunday, September 4, 2011

Poem #553

Under the Trees

Lying in the shade under the trees,
Watching the wind rustle the leaves,
And smelling the scent of the cool spring breeze,
And feeling the air brush over our knees.

Among the soft grass, holding your hand,
Resting on the comfortably cold land,
As we imagine ourselves drawing hearts in the sand.
Being in love is so very grand.

Basking in the shade under the trees,
Hearing the sounds of the buzzing bees,
Feeling relaxed, completely at ease,
You give my hand a loving squeeze.

Under the trees until the day is through,
I’ll sit here forever if I’m with you.

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