When life gives you lemons

I wake up each morning to see my bright, tall and strong lemon tree 

When the air is brisk and the sky still foggy, my lemon tree is what I see 

Each time I wake, I see what has grown 

And when I do there is a fresh new lemon I have been shown 

I smell the fresh aroma of fruity and sweet, honey scented blooming flowers 

I taste my burning, sour lemons and could do so for hundreds of hours  

I hear the piercing continued chirps of bright rainbow birds 

As they flutter, frolic and fly round and round in colossal herds. 

When I'm down and upset I go to my lemon tree asking to provide mindfulness for me, 

When I go to my tree I feel peace and relaxed, there my worries are in the wind, set free.

When I walk in the grassy, green garden I look out to see my flourishing tree thriving, 

When I feel like giving up I go to my lemon tree, and to see how I too can be surviving. 

Each night I look out to my lemon tree with amazement in my eyes 

When the air is cooled and the sky is covered with a black coat my tree lies.

When I drift off into my nightly slumber, I imagine the ripe lemons that will sprout as I lay, 

And soon enough, they are there the very next day.