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