I feel like a plum,
Beginning to ripen.
Who will pluck me
From the thorny branches
And taste me first?
Wait.
Not a plum.
I am perhaps the tree herself,
Sending forth plum after plum.
In either case spring comes soon,
And I bear buds, ready to burst into blossom.
And where there are blossoms
There will soon be tasty fruit.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 10:05 AM UTC
I feel like a plum,
Beginning to ripen.
Who will pluck me
From the thorny branches
And taste me first?
Wait.
Not a plum.
I am perhaps the tree herself,
Sending forth plum after plum.
In either case spring comes soon,
And I bear buds, ready to burst into blossom.
And where there are blossoms
There will soon be tasty fruit.
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