Even the plant bent,
leaning far over, with holes and brown dying spots on the leaves,
is growing berries.
But the berries are dead now, and miniscule - just starting life, died while still growing.
Maybe someone should have told the sun
or the rain
We need as many berries as we can get - we need pure sweetness out of life.
With rotting leaves and dried-up roots
the earth ruined life
after we ruined the earth.