The solemnity of the Orchard…

The load of the trees

Is straining,

This October night.

The load of the trees,

weighs down upon

This October night,

As an autumn breeze blows.

Weighs down upon

My fragile heart,

As an autumn breeze blows,

Against me.

My fragile heart

Is straining

Against me.

The solemnity of the Orchard…