At an Orchard

All the trees in neat little rows
Hills that turn and curve just so
The way your love rolls back to me
The way I’m blue, the how you’re green

A house that sits high on a hill
Though lonely, knows how to be still
Return, as cloud crests from the deep
From somewhere yonder, far and steep

Shadows mark your presence, see
The glow-light shifting o’er the trees
I know it’s dark beneath their boughs
I know I need you every hour

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