TTD: A Love Poem Beneth Trees

*Photos Studio 8mm / Edited by Studio 8mm and me

"Under the greenwood tree

Who loves to lie with me,

And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather. 

Who doth ambition shun,

And loves to live i' the sun,

Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather."

William Shakespeare