Nature's sway

The cherries hanging in the wild,
Like an angry, thoughtful, carefree child.
Flow in bunches of red and green,
Like no other flower or fruit ever seen.

Glowing their shadows on the wet tarmac street
Oscillating, scintillating, in the autumn wind.
Giving sweet to every passer by,
Without hesitation and doubt, with no tired sigh.

Never tired with swaying from side to side,
Never showing it, but still biding their time
Waiting not, but enjoying the nature's ride.
Never expecting for their fragrance one single dime.

Teaching everyone around to be bright and gay,
As long as they are around, everything's the right way.
If life was given to actually be taken away,
Then is it not better to sing to nature's sway.

--Mohan