In vibrant green the leaves do sway,
A whisper soft, they dance and play.
Ovals hang with promise near,
Yet still they bear a hardened sphere.
To save them from the ground’s embrace,
I plucked them early, just in haste.
Beneath my bed, their secret place,
To ripen slowly, in their grace.
"Why are there so few?" I sigh,
"You gobbled them, O glutton, why?"
In jest, we play this little game,
As if your hunger brings me shame.
Yet still the branches arch and bend,
With fruit that waits for summer's end.
So let the leaves and fruits combine,
In memories sweet, their taste divine.
In vibrant green, the leaves do sway,
A whisper soft, they dance and play.
Ovals hang with promise near,
Yet still they bear a hardened sphere.
"Why are there so few?" I sigh,
"You gobbled them, O glutton, why?"
In jest, we play this little game,
As if your hunger brings me shame
Pears
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