Out of curiosity,
It was picked from the tree.
Away from the rest of its brothers and sisters,
And the protective jade green leaves.
The lips that closed around it lifted,
Leaving a shimmering wet surface.
It was being observed,
Turned to and fro.
Then the pain suddenly hit,
As the white blocks sank deeply into its flesh.
Curses went flying as the teeth left,
Displaying an ugly wound.
It rolled on to the ground,
Hid behind the tall grass.
Tears came gushing out,
So bitter that it made the grass cry.
There it lay,
For days and months and years.
Rottening into the earth,
As its once yellow skin turns dirt red.
Forgotten,
Yet always remembered.
The bitterness of the red lemon,
Grew into a new tree of bitter red lemons.
hi~ genius title,great concept,lol if like gives you RED lemmons,make RED lemonaide rite
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