Under the Wise Old Oak Tree

In luscious green fields As far as one can see With her eyes closed embracing her tree of life, Her supple body And soft cheek pressed against the rough bark Awaiting her beloved Hugging her from behind He’s hands cupping her bosom Pulling her ever so close Gently turning her to face him Passion in his eyes The wise old oak tree With whom she shared so much Her memoirs since her 3rd birthday When her puppy died All her little concerns and secrets It is here where their lips first touched It is where they will lay to rest Long silence, no more voices inside her head No need for words while with her beloved under her tree Though many years have passed The old oak ever majestic Has lost some branches during the winter storm She sighs with contentment Enjoying the shade it provides After their walk and teaching him all about hugging trees They settled on the lush green lawn for a sunset picnic He picked up his guitar and sang to her Love songs from his soul It is where tonight they will Consummate a lifetime of songs Exploring and learning The air moist with mist blanketing Their pleasured sighs In tune with the nocturnal symphony