Perched in the naked
Pomegranate tree
Just loving this lovely day
I imagine when you fly from Ecuador
It’s like this you just want to sit
And stare back at the thousand
Miles you’ve plowed through clouds
And rain to get here
And rest in the tree I call mine
But which is now clearly yours
At least for one afternoon
Just what I ordered
When I wrote to you to come
Spend this paradise with me
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