Tree Made of Every Fruit

In a place that's misty and gray Beneath a shadow wolf and it's prey Into the haze, winds tickle tree tops A tree made of every fruit Grows real plump, Then stops! To bask in it's accomplishments It stood proud among the breeze It fed winded birds tired from flight from across the fruit tree's grape juice seas Soon children came, to feast on this masterpiece The tree trembled as they munched and crunched and ate that tree, bunch by bunch The more the children picked from the branches of this tree The more fruit would blend and mend, and become apart of the grape juice sea. Until one day all that stood. was a stump of bark and a lump of wood Lay Beside a mystic grape juice sea Where a tree made of every fruit used to be