Orange Love

3/15/2004

A seed grows,

It takes its time

And the seconds are sweet.

Beads of water

Add in a heavenly touch,

Until its haven

Is reached in the sky.

It becomes a spreading joy

With fresh bearing branches

Sharing love

And sun kissed oranges.

Each fruit embodies an entity;

The spirit of benevolence

For everyone.

But this precious gift

Has its own ray of light

And it follows this path;

One root after another.

One orange at a time.

It only shines with full potential

When dancing drops from the sky

And guided arrows from the sun

Equally nourish this creation

And give life to the seed.

Seconds,

Days,

Years.

Time.

Peels of oranges.