The orchard starves my fury,
My heated body pumps through the vein of the forest,
I am eager to reach the heart and take a bite of a sour plum-
That softens my edges.
The heart is desolated-
Broken away from bustle and cruelty.
The orchard provides sweetness-
A pear, a plum, an apple.
My taste buds are sweeter in the heart.
The green growth blurs me out of sight-
Just how I like it!
The furs hug the orchard-
They seem to whisper away my troubles.
The heart pumps me into peace again.
