I eat the peach and I am the peach.
-Now I am a peach.
I hang from the tree’s branches, the wind swings me
and the rain waters me when she wants to.
The trees communicate underground with their roots,
it’s like a communication system.
All the trees talk to me and find me beautiful,
they don’t even care if I’m beautiful,
‘cause now I am a peach.
But still, in this tranquil utopia, deep inside me,
I still yearn for a human to come and snatch me,
eat me and throw my seed into the soil,
so I can be reborn somewhere far away,
to let the rain feed me and now be a tree.
Poem written by me.
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