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
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