Citrus

The lemon tree does not stand still.

I dream of its early reddish leaves

And the tree is already in motion

Later turning to green.

The lemon tree does not stand still.

I feel its dotted peel

As an ample molecular skin, 

Wondering: can we reverse the process, from yellow to green?

The lemon tree does not stand still,

Acid seedless fruits grow thick, back in the terrace.

Uniform yellow in colour, they are ready to pick.

Oh, astrigent mobile flavours, travelling in my mouth.