The Lemon Tree

The tree sways and whistles in the wind,

Cooing in the cool breeze 

Bright green fallen leaves below the tree

The shimmery lemons as bright as the sun

Thin branches ascending into the sky

A weak branch standing small

Trembling under the weight of the lumpy lemons

An oak looking appeal with a scrawny shape

The vibrant green leaves swept by the breeze

Shedding off the tree, falling down like paper in wind

The air so cold you might freeze

Large lemons dropping down

Growing plump with their own special bump

Some old and some young

A sour taste that you shouldn’t eat with haste

The strong scent of citrus, tempting you to have a bite 

But a temptation you must fight, for you will get shocked

By the sour taste stinging your tongue

Wood so small it counts as a twig

Bright yellow lemons all similar but different

The lemons together are oh so magnificent