The cherry tree hangs high in a crowded field
Its leaves intoxicated with sun
Though some are partly dull
With their water craving tips
And their sad, drooping faces
Nevertheless, the cherries thrive and strive to stay alive
Their skin gleaming with mother nature’s care
Approached with a basket,
The cherry tree now curious
Of what wonders behold it
They’ve had visitors of course
But who will remain,
And who will fly away?
A hand caressed one of the cherries
A light but not quite ripe delicacy
With the colour of a pinkish-red carnation
The owner of the hand was afraid it may be too watery,
Too bitter, too sour
The hand hesitated along with the basket
For another cherry was waiting
The owner of the hand once again fixated on a cherry
With an elongated stalk
This time, the colour was darker and resembled a ruby gemstone
However the fears returned again
Would this too be too watery, too bitter, too sour?
The hand reeled in its basket
For there was another cherry waiting
The hand became attracted to a final cherry
A cherry concealed by leaves
This cherry was darker than the others
With the colour of the most tenebrous streaks of an orchid
But would it too be too watery, too bitter, too sour?
The hand discounted in fear
For there was still a cherry waiting
Confused and inconclusive
The owner stood wondering
A sweet cherry was all that was desired
But would it be the carnation, the gemstone or the orchid?
Tired and feeling famished
The hand impulsively grabbed all three
This was unexpected
For taste buds had not experienced such a delicacy before
The carnation? Sweet
The gemstone? Sweet
The orchid? Sweet
Regardless of colour, the cherries remained flavoursome
For there are also carnations, gemstones and orchids that may not be sweet
But one should never judge
By the colours of the cherry tree
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