A fruit, a tree, a balloon, a seed

A fruit, a tree, a balloon, a seed

Staring just to see what it means

Curious eyes on innocent thighs cause quite the commotion

The luscious fruit, plucked premature

A daring hand couldn't help the tempting cure

A cure for the lonely, the hate, and the call

Yet no one knew it was only as quick as the fall

No, it wasn't really a cure at all

A tenacious tree growing strong and lean

Free from all of the pain that made the world mean

The strength only lasts as long as no one has an axe

All of the nerves screaming to breathe, to relax

But no selfish creature can resist such snacks

A balloon filled with air big and tight

Such colors shine illuminatingly bright

Floating in the air, completely clear

Until it becomes choked out by the atmosphere

Slowly these memories become more severe

A seed planted blindly among the rocks and the thorns

Never able to produce as it slowly gets torn

Starving for nutrients to mend the scars

Forever dying beneath all the stars

Like a trapped corpse within the glass jars

Carnivorous tries make them realize their lack of devotion