The succulent fruit
hangs from the peach tree
just waiting to be plucked.
With just a small amount of force
the branch gives way its bounty.

A tight snag
Then a snap with release.
The shape is like a little sun
A glowing orb
cupped in my hand.

The orchard is full
of these golden jewels.
A bounty of sweet joy.

A little green leaf
left its mark
on the flesh
with a little shade from the rays.

The rays gave it nourishment
And now I jubilantly hold
It close to me.
I smell its fuzzy soft skin
and take a bite.

Oh, succulent ripe peach!
Its juices no longer contained
and they release out
with the scent of summer
and promise.

And the creative potential
to alchemize into something more
than a mere glowing orb
on a tree
just waiting for the right
passerby
to bring its gifts
into fruition.

What seemed impossible
to the little blossom
when the sun whispered,
“You are more than what you seem.
You just wait and have faith.”
And I’m at awe to see
It bloomed into joy.