Blackberry Tree
From my bedroom window I see daily
Black berry tree swaying in wind.
I wait for April to come eagerly
For then the tree would be laden with flowers
They become green fruits
then slowly change colours
soon they are ripe and ready
I watch with wonder mother nature
Giving birth to fruits and their growth
It fills me with great joy
I try to touch the fruits
They are far although they seem near
I wish they would grow big enough to come inside my window
Then I would pluck ripe black berries straight from tree and eat
Oh! What joy it would bestow upon me
The very thought is exhilarating
Fruits ripen and fall in ground
I can't eat them, but down in market one vendor sells them
I daily buy fresh black berries from him
Back home I sit in a corner and relish them.
My family feels I am kiddish
I don't care
Till I die I will wait for April and watch black berries grow
I will eat them with same relish
Why pretend to grow when you are kid at heart!
17.04.2021
Inspired by:
April poetry contest by Regina McIntosh
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