Raspberry Bushes

The wind that blew over the Raspberry bushes,

That tilted them in an inch that day,

It pinches through the surface of the soil,

Nevertheless, it grows upon the invisible walls,

Piercing its thorns wrapped around to hold it still,

Reaching the limit of their growth as they can get,

Fishing down the bees they receive,

Filled with red, purple and black delicious fruits,

They’ll have that tasty surprise you look in every bite,

As soft, squishy and colorful they are,

Let the delicate bushes wave around you,

Don’t let the thorns around their stems pick you up,

(By Sarah Shahzad, January 2021)