Plum Tree

He appeared in the pasture, just wondering around
He stopped by her and sat down on the ground
He sat there for several moments and didn’t make a sound
Then suddenly upon his face was a frown
He stretched his arms and took off his shoes
He looked in his bag searching for food
His bag was empty and his stomach was too
The ache inside him was strong and cruel
She looked upon him and saw his dismay
She wondered what he’d say if to him satiety she gave
With every second her compassion grew stronger
Not another second should he be riddled with hunger
She knew upon her branches she bear a sweet fruit
To get it to him see she knew what to do
She wiggled her branches and her leaves shook
Her rhythmic motion made him look
He saw them clearly, her sweet fresh fruit
She was perfect in his eyes from her leaves to her root
His mouth watered, he wanted to be full
He reached for her fruit so that one he could pull
He took it in his hand, it was soft but tight
He wanted nothing more than to take a bite
He placed his lips upon her fruit and grazed the skin with his teeth
The juices flowed into his mouth, refreshing and sweet
He was satisfied now, she helped his hunger retreat
Now he returns daily to pick fruit from the plum tree
The season began to change and on the ground fell her leaves
She bears no more fruit, none for him to eat
She worried and worried that he would leave
But daily he returned to his sweet plum tree
Even in the winter months there he was
Never in her life had she felt this much love
She could not wait to again give him sweet
Fruits to quench his thirst from his ample plum tree
The days are lasting longer and the air is getting warm
Rain replaced the snow, the grass turns green and leaves take form
Soon from her branches sweet fruit can be torn
As she waits for her fruit to ripen she finds delight in the thought of his fullness
Watching the juice drip from his lips is like the sweetest kiss
One sunny day her joy arrived, he stared at his beauty and laid beneath her
He was ready to pick her fruit but he knew soon it would be sweeter
So he waited and waited for what felt like eternity
To taste the juice and be full from his sweet plum tree
A cold spring evening came and a chill filled the air
Yet he sat there beneath her without a care
He rested his eyes and fell asleep
While he slumbered the temperature dropped to nearly a freeze
She bent her trunk and wrapped him gently in her leaves
She kept him warm as he dreamed
Of being satiated by his sweet plum tree