apple pickin time

Written by: Shanity Rain

                   
             

           Walking through the many ripe apple tress ,holding secrets
           I pick a bushel thinking of my love through the misty breeze
           Apple pickin time in the Valley called Naples, awaits a meeting
           For my love will arrive by the Valley in red that meets the sun falling

           At my laced boot some fine wine, a love note tied through my hair
           The secret love not shared would be tragic in heart and mind.
           following the paths through the many trees in line , apple pickin time
           all embraced, the colors of Fall enhances my only dream ..

           It is apple pickin time in the passion of leaves love enlightened
           I pick my apples with pride knowing soon , my love at my side
           It has been a long neglected dream, a fear follows desire held in secret 
           no longer able to fight this burning fire,  a risk taken , all ethics aside 

          Walking through the many ripe apple trees , holding secrets
          I pick a bushel thinking of my love through the misty breeze
          Apple pickin time in the Valley called Naples , awaits a meeting
          For my love will arrive by the Valley in red that meets the sun falling