SECRET FRUIT
On December 5, 2016
by BRION
Just like me
All that I see
Is fruit growing from a tree
The fruit is red
Is has seeds
Smells so good
It attracts bees
But it wasn’t always red
First green then yellow
Changes like emotions
Always stuck in the middle
Its expected to be so much
From the oranges and lemons
But that’s not fair man they know no limits
They send a light breeze
That hit the leaves of the tree
I knew the messages spoke to me
So I sang my abc’s
Hoping it had heard me
Let go of your expectations
And be set free.
The tikis dance around the fire
As the grass sways east to west
Celebrating Brion
Who passed his final test
To be a man who his only goal
Play with rain, while he grew old
Tempted by snaked that snuck up so quiet
Staring at birds, they’re flyin’
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