Walk on a sunny path
As if it glow gold.

Seeing blooms of pretty flowers
Hoping for a shower
Walking up to the tree
I stuff the air.

The smell of beauty,
But passion overfills it.
I look up to see
The beautiful fruit of red.

Covered in blooms it
Whispered my name.
'Wait,' it says 'await.'
 
So I wait.
And I climb to the top
As it whisper sour notes
Even if it's sweet.