RAINBOWZZ

Come sit under the apple tree. We'll watch the blossoms grow and maybe have a picnic. You don't have to talk. I'll just sit with you until you feel better. The warm sun will shine on our cheeks, the birds will fill our ears with gentle music, and a beautiful, soft breeze will surround us, lulling us into peace. And it's okay if you still hurt while we're there, but you won't be alone and I won't let anything bad come under our apple tree . . . . . .

Anne