Orchards are fair;
Branches of fruit trees
Make gardens of air.
Flowers of fragrance
Bloom in the light;
Fall like the snowflakes
Showering white.
Orchards of heaven
Grow with a grace,
And like a blessing
Perfume the place.
Each tree in blossom,
Each lovely spray,
In this month of Our Lady,
Bring glory to May.
Glorious.
ReplyDeleteI am firm believer that there is beauty everywhere - for those with open hearts, eyes and minds.
Beauty is definitely in the eye of the beholder!
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