There In the Meadow

There in the meadow where the morning dew kisses the first light the boysenberry makes love to the coming day. the sun shone upon her wet petals, she spreads her corolla, attracting suitors to her aroma filled stigma, no longer is she protected, take me! cries her pistil erected, she is ripe and anxious to receive, her ovary swollen with anticipation, her petals burning for the new conception, there in the meadow the boysenberry makes love to the coming day… cheers!