Brown, long and sleek, Oh beautiful you tree,
Standing still like a heron, in its river stream
The earth is awakening from a deep mist
The sun comes up dividing the clouds with its fist
A hint of wet wood, dried fruit and peach, lingers in the air
Creating a thick fragrance of sticky sweet molasses, while you blindly stare
A strong shift of wind shakes the crown of a nearby tree
Fruits fall down close to you. Ahhhh, lemons, and for free!
You peel, and bite one and you Grinch
It's so juicy and fresh, feels like a pinch"