The flower that blossomed too quickly,
Nor the fruit that ripened too soon.
The flower that bloomed for the tree,
And the fruit that ripened for both equally,
The tree didnt mean to give more than needed,
Its nutrition, its air nor its water
Its roots, its looks nor its tendency.
For it had not learned how to be,
The tree a flower and a fruit should need.
As it is trying best from what it received,
When it was a fruit, a seed from another,
That had given it more than flowers preserve.
The misguided tree, nurturing the future,
Hoping to heal,
And grow as it ventures.