My heart has the tenderest spot for even the peach that happens to fall from the tree. We are all like the peaches, There are so many of us. Some with worm holes, Others grown on a branch that gets broken,
Still others left on the vine to rot. I would rather be the fruit, tenderly eaten with love, Than be the fruit that goes to waste in the garden. Let me be the fruit that is enjoyed to my fullest, Before my return to this earth. We are all from the earth and go back to the earth, While we are hear may our fruit be the sweetest and most loving. And may every bite be enjoyed!