Oh what I would give to be
A pear sitting, in a pear tree
Ripened the color of autumn leaves
Moved by the wind, I’d bob and weave
A life so simple. A life so pure
My entire existence, a succulent allure
My soul an auburn drop on a branch
In a wide open field, on a long forgotten ranch
I’d sit and wait, my purpose known
But I’d have solace, as I don’t wait alone