summer day
beneath the hollow tree
the scent
of tamarinds and honey
step gently
through the shade
the bees hum
a harvest song.
a wakeful night
day lost to dreaming; the evening breezes whisper – now a wakeful night
summer day
beneath the hollow tree
the scent
of tamarinds and honey
step gently
through the shade
the bees hum
a harvest song.
a wakeful night 
love them all