Persimmon

Last updated on July 8, 2023

The unripe persimmon hangs on the tree

A bitter fruit that waits for time to pass

It dreams of being sweet and soft and free

The sun and rain caress it tenderly

But still it feels the coldness of the grass

The unripe persimmon hangs on the tree

It sees the birds and bees fly joyfully

And wonders why it cannot join their mass

It dreams of being sweet and soft and free

It hears the wind whisper a melody

And longs to dance along the leaves that sass

The unripe persimmon hangs on the tree

It smells the flowers blooming fragrantly

And envies their allure and their class

It dreams of being sweet and soft and free

It tastes the air that fills it hungrily

And hopes that one day it will come to pass

The unripe persimmon hangs on the tree

It dreams of being sweet and soft and free

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