Come.

Come closer.

And be still.

Let me sing a low song

With honeyed tongue.

Sweet in the air.

The pines whisper each to each.

Rumors, presence.

Come,

Come here and rest

Ye who have burdens.

I will take you in.

Rest in shade.

Refuge from the harsh light of July.

Come,

Come to me.

Listen to my heartbeat.

Steady your own.

And breathe the new air.