Throw apples in the river for the trees are full

The wagons are loaded and the markets bursting at the seams

Jars of cider brewing and pies on the table steaming

Birds out the window in full song

Long days long nights

Tunes by firelight

Stars above

Boots below

A wisp of smoke

Swirls to the sky

As the river ripples by

Where blossoms once fell

There are deer standing peaceful

Waiting for morning’s light