Apple Buttered Paradise

Somber red apple branches sagging down into green orchard grass lumpy loaded with solid ripe ready fruit, Watch pale yellow butterflies huddle down then spray up and out a geyser of light vibrant flight scattering and skipping above their sun-drenched forest, A sea of windy winding rivers shadowed by red mount trees of deep-rooted life, making sweet love with flighty buttered wings sweeping and beating co-gravitating gratitude. Red Team too old and wizened to count their darkening days as numbered. Yellow Team too light and funny flighty to bother commodifying frenzied beating wings of day. Separate huddles, yet coherently co-arising Team of Earth's diversely enspacing tracing Times. Orchard hunting follows Win-Win ectosymbiotic norms of solidarity through mutual subsidiarity, co-arising cooperativity of hunter functions with hunted octave applecultured frequencies, this hunt emerges through all four fractal Golden Seasons before revolving cosmological and ecological and analogical and just plain logical closure, to begin another why and how hunting adventure within and toward Paradise.