Vested in spring blossoms, perfume of passion fills the air
The smell is sweet, prowling creatures greet its fragrance fair
Amorous bees by scent caught are brought to pollinate flowers of beauty
Lovers on wings serenade to persuade for a taste of honey\'s sweet booty
Fruit droplets grow and drip from branches high and low, heavy laden
Season\'s yield behind a leaf shield, show in the arms of a tree maiden
Blush of ripening fruit attracts to each shoot hungry birds and worms
Predators and competitors ravage and loot introjecting larva\'s germs
Damaged fruit fall to rot, all for naught on the ground a discarded waste
In it only fermented memories are found parasitic bound, bitter to the taste
Fruit picked preditor pricked, with time does wrinkle with age
Spring to summer, summer to fall, assuage winter\'s icy stage of rage