Under the Canopy of Trees

His arms hold me closer

And the way he does it fits

As well as his numerous kisses

It is since infinity, a lifetime to be his

Our bodies tense up where the breeze blows

Softly guard us from outside spies, bees, and humans

No, it is not the breeze or the flowers on here ground

But the Canopy of Trees, underneath, besides us

Who keeps us safe and warm-,

Just as we like it