Hand in hand
Grass of Parnassus envelopes;
Our legacy shall live on
As the orchards
Tenderly nurtured
Firmly rooted
On the edge of possibility
Arriving at the age of tomorrow
Long gone shall we be
When discovered
Let them not desecrate our love
Our graves
But leave us eternally one;
A glimpse revealed
In the eyes of our descendants –
Who will know…yet know us not.
O’Prunty
11/15/14