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
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