Orchard Fantasy
Only Nature can make an organic tree.
Releasing poisons are forbidden you see.
Get out of the way, give nature a hand,
And let bees do their jobs upon the land.
Not every fruit will be pretty, but youy’ll say,
“I’ll take one ‘cos man didn’t get in the way.”
Choose wisely when you go to market today!
Flowering fruit trees lined up in a row,
Releasing their fragrance, put on a show.
Under the bright shining sun, they will grow
Instinctively making sweet fruit as they go.
Take one off the tree when it looks just right
Sticky face and hands, you do look a sight!
Copyright, August 16, 2016
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