Sunlight diffused

Green-hued from the dimness of leaves

Air crisp with the coming harvest

As we wander

Barefoot and aimless

We seek comfort

A flight from brutality

As powers chase fame

With a lovesick obsessiveness

You will find us

Walking through the orchards

Forgetting the world

Outside these surroundings

Taking peace

Where we can find it ~ Caroline A. Slee