I am a Cherry, they call me the Dolly
Swung by the July wind under a Sun so keen
Too high up for the farmers to pick me
Yet at a height where I can hear the laughter of fellow cherries.
Today is so perfect, I am ripe and the World loves me
The day is long my tan is getting deep
Even the birds celebrate the Beauty
That exceeds from a redness whose name is a mystery
The wind is playing about and teasing joyfully
My tree is so strong I can live beyond my dreams
I’m not scared of dying, the perfect day is near
Engraved onto my seed which is my heart I keep at rear
How can a day be so long while a minute flies like steam?
At the garden community of bees and foxes
One day I shall be no more, but thrown into a box
Some greedy kid will gobble me and forget to plant my seed
Thank Goodness my friends will save me as they have once promised me:
The best best place in the wilderness by a cemetery
Where the snow disrupts the cities then melts like ice cream
Oh, no! A lady is picking us… I can’t help but to scream
The wind has taken away her bank card and ID
In return for daring to choose me so randomly
In a truck, at full speed, I feel surprised to enjoy this unexpected journey
I might not see the sun again, nor the foxes, or the bees
Yet I will certainly become part of some ideal feast
I had the time to say goodbye to my maker the Cherry Tree
He said I would be fine, and that one day become like he.
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