Once a seed with potential loaded,
Erupting skyward through earths crust,
Craving sunlight and damp soil for its thirst to quench,
Implanting its roots deeply to thrive ‘tis thrust.
Day by day, soon year by year, each season passing swift,
Strengthening in its not quite sheltered spot,
Gains this one an edge most dream but rarely appear to receive,
Yet here it thrives boldly onward beside its equally thriving cohort!
Thus as it cycles through the seasons soon it starts to bloom,
Blossoming with a sweetened scent to all nearby,
‘Till weeks pass and the last fluff like piece falls upon the breeze,
Leaving green growing fruit to mark that berry picking shall soon be nigh…
Weeks pass berries ripen, through different shades of red,
Eager little mouths testing fast to see if the time is yet,
For patience is something near bested with each not quite ripe berry ‘tis said,
Though a long moment waiting builds its strength more than they fret.
Thus when many a berry ‘tis finally ready to pick at its flavourful peak,
Buckets and ladders venture forth to the tree for the happy feat,
Of plucking its rather juicy bounty from branches far from bleak,
Though once committed ‘tis a task not exactly for those too meek…
Yet on they pluck berry by berry stopping to taste so few,
Once buckets are full one looks to find there’s still plenty for the birds too,
For when trees be loaded with more berries than leaves there’s certainly no need to que,
One can pick away ‘till all’s content that one is finally through!
Then onward comes the tasks of jam making,
Freezing amounts desired and slice baking,
For with such an abundance comes an element of sharing the undertaking,
Knowing with time shall again come such a tasty bountiful partaking!
The Poetic Life 2.0 