The Orange Trees

Wafting through tall windows...

The scent is beautiful and tranquil...

Like a Spring or Summer's day it wades...

She smiles gaily while he plays,

His laughter making her beam.


The scent over-whelms the shadows.

Those fair leaves shining in the sun...

She holds him close and whispers dear...

She is her happiest with him near.

The beauty of those bright suns...


The fair blossom and fruit mingle in sweet...

She laughs as she hears his prancing little feet.

The fair scent and the radiance they muster...

Orange trees with brilliance alive a cluster.

She is happiest near them and they let the pain go...


Bright as the sun, they grow and they grow.