Under the plum tree

For sunday Scribblings 2. The prompt " plum"  I put the plum in my mind and it just sat there like a plum does. It stayed a plum. Luckily in English words are broken up like plum tree. So I can use that as well. In Dutch it would be one word.

Painting Armand Guilaumin

 Under the plum tree

In the shadow of a plum tree
she sat down leaving where light begun
Entering a dream world
of velvety clouds kissed by the sun

Cradling in this sacred space
escaping from her daily wars
descending into peace full thoughts
rooted in a thousand stars

 the pink plum tree blossom
towers like a crown
above her shimmering hair
meandering over her simple gown

A man passing by, bewitched by her being
his heart erupting, love flowing free
reflected in the eyes
of the girl under the plum tree