Ancient Fruit
And there you are my tasty fruit
Emerald life stretches from the root
Lush grape vines growing upward to reach the sun
Sun blessed one by one
Dripping wet morning dew
Sugared sweet tasty too
Late August harvest time shall be near
A fresh bowl on my lap glazed where I peer
Summer kisses gardens flourish
In my mouth and body it did nourish
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