Soft, pink, round, sweet

The words to describe something too innocent for this life

The words to describe the world's loveliest treat,

Glorious and bright, so easily split with a knife

With branches thin and bark soft

With leaves of spring green and her pit, a harsh guide

That even sweetest things hold pain inside

A lesson to learn that many have scoffed.

They're something nature often preaches,

A gift to people that goes unloved and unseen

By the people who steal from Earth like leeches

And Earth's gift is indeed one that cannot be beat

A wonderful gift that is a delight to eat,

A wonderful gift to be shared with the world, to be seen

How I love thee--peaches!