A pear grows from the branch of a tree,
Suspended in the shade, for now gravity is free,
The pear is tart as it develops its flavor,
Filling out plump securing it’s savor,
Roots of this tree anchored deep in the loam,
Providing hydration and a shady home,
Generations before hand guided the growth,
Care for the land was a simple oath,
An oath honored with a practice of pruning,
The orchard an orchestra each cut a note tuning,
An effective way to tune the shoot,
Is to prevent overbearing fruit,
The sun moves across the fresh summer sky,
Time is given to each branch to reach high,
Growth and time develops the fruit,
Day after day the sun keeps the pursuit,
For fruit ripe and fresh for harvest,
Flavor paints your mouth by the tasty artist,
Bite after bite, each a stroke of flavor,
Fulfilling the soul, a pear of savior,
Never ending just finding new ripened seasons,
Our flavors developed from all of the reasons.