the orange field

I fall asleep
in the lush field of
orange trees,
resting in
the soft furrows of soil,
rich and black.
the oranges
are full
and ripe, thick with the nectar
of juice.
I will sleep here and dream
of love.
of tomorrows, i'll
stay under the stars.
the world will be fresh in
the morning.
life will be right.