Ode To Fruit Friends

I was despondent that I had to leave them. Moving two thousand miles away, it was unlikely that I would ever see them again. They were trees, but it seemed somehow They knew that we would be forever apart. The lemon and orange trees stood strong on opposite sides of the backyard. The Santa Rosa plum and another plum tree of a different variety graced that same yard along with a Rose of Sharon in between. Two tall palm trees rose high in the sunny Sacramento sky. Two nectarine and two peach trees lined the eastern border of the property. Eight fruit trees. Seven offering nothing but sweetness, and a lemon tree producing the best-tasting lemons. And we were leaving 'Bitter-sweet' behind, unable to explain. If lemons could talk, they would have said, "Take me with you"! If they could utter words, the plums, the peaches, the nectarines, the palms, and the Rose of Sharon would have pleaded with us saying, "Please don't go?" But we moved away, and our dear Fruit Friends became the possessions of the new property owners.