A seed A son He grows He flowers He blossoms He bears his fruit
"See ya mum, dad! I'm off out for a drive!" "No drinking flower!" "Nah, just fruit juice!"
The fruit has fallen It has ripened It has over ripened It has brewed and stewed as it matured His fruit is strong It's confidence intoxicating
"Last one mate!" "Sneaky 3 and drive" "Get em in then!"
More fruit
The tree, beautiful, flowers everywhere Bountiful fruit But the fruit is un ripened not ready to fall Don't shake the tree
Crash The tree shakes The fruit falls The petals fall from the flower
No more fruit now, it is rotting Just flowers on a lamp post dying in the sun Bearing a note saying "We will always love you flower, Sleep well, Mum and Dad"