It’s a misty morning,
clings gently to the skin,
it’s pleasant like this,
let’s walk
oh here’s an apple tree,
you can touch the mist on the apple’s skin
ah, it must be a whole orchard,
how the mist makes it such an adventure
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-spirit-of-rumi-64-language/
