And so the story begins,
without a faintest of sound,
hidden between the trees,
waiting just to be found

Its letters sprout out and grow,
from pages of soil and rot,
together words they form,
that bloom led by sun's plot

And when the time is just right,
sentences are born of bloom,
they bring inside a flesh
of meaning to consume

Now bite deep inside the fruit,
absorb the story in whole
you'll be left with a seed,
to plant in other's soul