Waiting on the beloved.
This song is dedicated to a poem in one of the historical poetry books, known as Song of Songs.
There is something so sweet about these words. There is something sweet about getting up early in the morning and running off. Being caught up in the astonishing life that grows and establishes itself around you. Like a palace. With ever growing pillars, reaching out to the heavens, like trees reach out for the light. 
Here you find yourself being so delighted to watch the blossoms appear and the vines bud that you no longer care about sleep and wait for the morning to come. Child. Little one. 
The vineyard holds a sacred place for love to be given away. In the midst of everything that grows and everything that produces color, there is wonder. Come, my beloved, let us be dazed in wonder, for it is in there that I will give you my love. All my love. .

‘’Come, my beloved 
Let us go forth to the field; 
Let us lodge in the villages. 
Let us get up early to the vineyards; 
Let us see if the vine has budded, 
Whether the grape blossoms are open, 
and the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love ’’

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