A little piece of nothing

There was an orchard near the beach.

Between the orange trees

I could hear the sound of the waves,

And the laughter of children playing.

I layed my hand and picked a ripe fruit,

Its warmth in my hand and in my mouth

Is like drinking the sun's energy,

And breathing joy in the air.

You came walking from the beach.

We talked about colors of the reef.

I gave you a little piece of fruit.

We sat and smiled silently.