I yearn to walk between their legs.
Sentries held firm by giant pegs.
By their rules, we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets they must hide.
Come walk with me in their dark shade.
Through the fallen leaves, we will wade.
A canopy of leaves above our heads.
Come with me to our leafy beds.
Love this, Susanne! I love walking beneath the canopy of trees.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂