Under the Tree shed

Smell of humus and dusts mixed with moist brought the joyful crowd, 
Small mounds of Earth with shrubs rising from them surround the tree
To the coming night the evening breeze surf about, grazing her flock
As soft fragrance from the nearby roses scent the arena, gathering bees
Evenings are welcomed with smiles for it ushers in time for rendezvous
Lovers mask around, waiting for their own, searching for a fine spot
The full moon will shine tonight and the small mounds will serve as sits
When we gather we shall talk about our love under this tree’s fine shed

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