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
