On the trees in the orchard on the farm in the valley by the river between the cities in the north of the country on the planet near the sun in the universe of possibilities.
On the trees in the orchard on the farm in the valley by the river between the cities in the north of the country on the planet near the sun in the universe of possibilities.
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among the dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.