Cherry
Red and precious,
like a ruby;
Soft and warm,
like a heart;
Crisp and juicy,
like an apple;
It hangs on the tree
ready for my mouth.
But I let it sit
want it to grow riper -
want it to be
the best in the world.
And I think the rain
will only help it,
but I over look its harm.
For the next day
I'm ready for picking
and the healthy goodness
has burst.
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Life Nature Death
PoetryEnchanting, Haunting, Dangerous. Be prepared for the truths of life, the laughs you'll need in between, and a fulfilling adventure through this randomly assorted poetry collection.
