In guava\'s golden glow, I climbed with fire
But birds had savored, leaving naught but desire
I descended slow, with sorrow\'s heavy weight
When hidden wasps, in wrath, did stormy fate
Their stinging fury, I fled with frantic pace
And fell on rocks, with a bruised and tender face
The pebbles sharp, like tiny daggers did pierce
And in my pain, a lesson did take its place
That nature\'s beauty, with caution must be gained
And hidden dangers, with reverence maintained
Yet still I dream, of guava\'s sweet embrace
Though wisdom\'s lessons, now temper my eager pace