Decades now, hold my excited watch
Season upon season, the orchard trees
Warm lazy days from our farmhouse stoop
Cool lemonade, an occasional breeze

Springtime awakens each flowering bud
Yawning branches now full and green
Remembering the flavor, the later fruit
Round fuzzy peaches, not yet seen

Very soon, the summer's smiling sun
Will nurture them until harvest time
Bringing in the crop, an abundant yield
Insuring succulence so perfect and prime

But first, the blossoms wilt and fall
The orchard sings a melody sweet
And it holds my excited watch
Till the pink fresh peach is ready to eat