“Limon’”
By C.Maz
Two Trees, Standing side by side full of wonderful lemons and limes
On a plain with nearby sugarcane that’ll be turned to rum in time.
These trees were unique, vibrant, and very sublime
This was the beginning of how their paths intertwined
They shared the same light, the same soil, the same rain
It started off with two seeds being planted on the same plain
One was a lemon and one was a lime
Who knew what could’ve possibly grown between them over time
Many seasons have passed, some the best, and some the worst
From fully blossoming in spring to winter wondering who will bloom first
Many days together, what would trees like them do for fun?
One would often get watered while the other enjoyed the sun
She was a beautiful lemon tree, shining bright green and yellow I can insure
Though she enjoyed blossoming beautifully, she was often very insecure
She didn’t think her leaves were green enough and her lemons were never in the right spot
But she didn’t know he knew where her best were, at the very top
Good things take time; you just have to wait till the time is right
He knew she was the best from before she could blossom, to when she became ripe
Though there were other fruit trees like apples, oranges, and even peaches
The lemon tree next to him was the one his branches set it reaches
Word on the plain was that another lime tree drowned
He took in too much water, round after round
His lemon tree mate stood there tall and lonely
Till one day she dried up to join her one and only
They looked back at each other and remained together as one
Till one day he noticed he wasn’t getting enough sun
Sun was not gone but yet he got no light
Something was different, something’s not right.
For a couple of days it was something he tried to ignore
But then looking closely at her, her lemons got bigger and she grew more
She cast a shadow over him; not intentionally but she uncontrollably grew
The lime tree determine to stay strong though knowing him without sun is a taboo
She always asked what was wrong and what happened to all his limes
He’d tell her “don’t worry; we’re good, eventually ill regrow mine”
She had no idea what was going on and what was happening to him
He was dying, drying, almost gone; even more his life was looking very slim
She checked up on him daily, starting at the crack of dawn
Came a farmer one day with a shovel in hand to have the lime tree withdrawn
He couldn’t do much as a tree but to accept his fate.
Instead being put out to die, the farmer had means to relocate.
Though the trees have no eyes and can’t cry
You could feel their pain, Him saying “see you later” and “not goodbye”
Goodbye is said to someone who you’ll never see again
A mix of him and her in Bacardi Limon would a good place for them
To one day meet back up, so see you then.
