My Yard the Fruit Bouquet

My Yard the fruit bouquet By Weston Gregory Its gonna be that day again, when the sunshine reveal the morning And makes you smile, To watch a petal opening its fragrant scent drawing you right in Atop the dew on a leafy limb, flying fast a humming bird pause; Then whiz, again passing your eyes glistening and the feelings Breathtaking I’m foliage free but my yard isn't like me From its height a pear, A heart shape avocado dotting about the sour sop Could not have its tangy sweetness retract Its skin like a spiky hat Bread fruit, mango custard and hanging just a stretch Planted for a next man to get The fruit none other than the sweet sop Barely can you refuse the bumpy look its got None the nectar that have anything on that All year round sight and scent of hibiscus, water lily, Cercee And orchid All but make our glad bag bust That though elusive Such bouquet can be found in our yard its beauty an Added bonus