Nature's Pride

Mango, apricot and pear,

You can find fruit anywhere!

They come from fruitful hands dressed in bark,

That are filled with possums when it’s dark.

Fruit trees grow like tufts of hair,

That would soon reach to the air!

Clouds of grapes cling to their vines,

In oddly straight lines.

Silver beads of rain make the raspberries wet,

But the sun’s up, smiling, and they’re dripping with sweat.

Soon they’re going to be fully grown,

A poetry forest of my very own!