The Peach

Before the seed could burst open,
Winter came along and kept it dormant
Before the roots could sprout longer,
Few grubs ate it with much delight,
Before the leaves could grow wider,
Miss grasshopper took it for lunch,
Before the bud could blossom further,
The scorching sun took its life away,
Before the flower could meet the bee,
A girl came to pluck it away,
The peach tree remain fruitless,
For many, many years,
Its fragrant and sweetness,
Lingers as secret forever,

Oh, what a pity!
To live in such fate..