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Description
I extend my shaking hand tentatively,
Toward the tangled blanket of branches.
Boldly trespass on their beauty,
To steal their evocative and succulent fruits.

For language is a mighty tree,
Each word stemming from its root.
And every piece of vocabulary
Is another luscious fruit.

Punctiliously I sample their exquisite tastes
Let myself become intoxicated by their fragrance
And let their vivid colors entice me to them
So I may examine them just a little closer,
Appreciate them just a little more.

Know each one intimately
And learn how to compare.
Too truly learn the disparity
between 'sorrow' and 'despair'

Carefully I grasp the ripest
Out of this vast array,
Add them to my wooden bowl
And arrange them to be displayed.

Every poet knows the taste,
Of the words they put on paper.
Only when you examine closely
Do you fathom their flavor.

Description
I extend my shaking hand tentatively,
Toward the tangled blanket of branches.
Boldly trespass on their beauty,
To steal their evocative and succulent fruits.

For language is a mighty tree,
Each word stemming from its root.
And every piece of vocabulary
Is another luscious fruit.

Punctiliously I sample their exquisite tastes
Let myself become intoxicated by their fragrance
And let their vivid colors entice me to them
So I may examine them just a little closer,
Appreciate them just a little more.

Know each one intimately
And learn how to compare.
Too truly learn the disparity
between 'sorrow' and 'despair'

Carefully I grasp the ripest
Out of this vast array,
Add them to my wooden bowl
And arrange them to be displayed.

Every poet knows the taste,
Of the words they put on paper.
Only when you examine closely
Do you fathom their flavor.