Field of Orange
Light in the darkness;
Orange blossoms hearld new fruits.
They ride the wafting winds.
A fruit tree gives birth
Fleshing out its little ones;
Orchards of newborns.
Colored baubles hand
On arms reaching for sunlight;
Bountiful harvest!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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