Morning dew settles on the soft fuzz of the ripening peaches,
Fulfilled in themselves, for full and vibrant they are,
Delicate and vivid in thought.
The glowing sun crests the mountain and sends the valley into a golden haze
Birds call in the distance, while the trees rustle in the gentle breeze
All is calm and serene at the foot of the mountain, where peaches grow in the tranquil grove, peaceful and away from all that is not.
Untempted by sin, succumb not to sweet lies.
Compare not to their deceitful cousin
For peaches bring back youthful truth
- Estella + Erin