Oh, look upon that tree in brightest bloom
Each petal a harbinger for a pear
The poet sighs, and then begins to croon
Upon youth and young love symbolized there

Dreamer, I say, return yourself to school
Or find yourself a book on botany
For while your use of symbols is quite cool
Fruit only grows upon a matured tree

Years does it take for blooms to blossom forth
Years does it take for love to grow so sweet
Youth’s green is pretty, but is not the worth
Of nurtured love immense, and hard to beat?

Bright petals fade, but this is not the end
For trees, like love, renew each year, dear friend