In the orchard's warm embrace,
sunlight drips like honey,
peaches, blushing,
their skin soft as a lover's touch,
each one a promise of summer.
Fingers brush against velvet,
pluck the ripest,
juice runs like laughter,
filling the spaces between moments,
......
In the orchard's warm embrace,
sunlight drips like honey,
peaches, blushing,
their skin soft as a lover's touch,
each one a promise of summer.
Fingers brush against velvet,
pluck the ripest,
juice runs like laughter,
filling the spaces between moments,
......