Lemons

Beautiful in appearance yellow and green.
One may wonder on what is seen,
Perfect these lemons hanging on the tree,
Somehow they attract the attention of me.

I recall aromas how tantalising and sweet,
But vastly different when juice you greet,
Cut and slice sample and taste,
Sour and tart but it don't waste.

Its too precious for flavour and cold,
Ideal for cooking or even to hold,
But think deeply about appearance and life,
How it resembles reality and strife.

Samples we know being sweet and sour,
What better example when it is in flower,
Even the fruit how pleasant and bright,
Brilliant after rain fresh in the sunlight.

Consider the world in which we live,
How many take and never ever give,
Countries of grandeur scenery so rare,
How we admire and love to be there.

Yet like lemons its bitter sweet,
Gone the lustre in many a street,
Wars and corruption violence and lust,
Cities and towns now turning to dust.

Sadly its true there's beauty no more,
Where's the beauty previously we saw?
Man versus nature we cannot compete,

Think of lemons are they really sweet?