Given a chance
Will i, plant an apple tree,
To thy name, please,
An apple tree,
Underneath which
We will write our hearts,
And all those little hurts
Too, we will, if Thou will,
Just write and sing,
And do no other thing,
We will just there sing,
Love, to You, for You,
Please,
Whence it will bloom,
Fruits whence it will bear forth,
Believe me, me,
Will do no plucking,
Only will do a strumming,
A guitar, a tune, a soft rocking one,
Please,
Will we just sit, on the grassy land,
And sing with full throated, ease,
Please.
(*Note: upon a painting loosely based, as attached,done by Camille Pissaro, titled 'Walnut and apple trees on bloom'; courtesy : Keith Linwood Stover, Iulia Gherghei)
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