A couple sitting between the giant ash trees
Little round table dressed in cloth
A mason jar of flowers sits as decoration,
picked from hers and neighbors plant pots
Lovely yet void of expectation
There also sits a beautiful carafe
Waterford Crystal filled with wine
They sip from goblets filled to half
red wine, from the best of vines
They chat
years of experience with no borderlines
They know life can exist in harmonious balance
The simple and finer things share the table
The rhythm of the flowing conversation
determines the cadence
He looks so blissful
She looks so blissful
