Journeys of Fruits

There is a long long wait
from the spring flowers to autumn fruits
Every fruit is an unsolved mystery
in its own journey of love
careless landing of bees or butterflies
are the best touch of Cupid
random wind could just be that blessing
There might be lot of lines in the summer rain
There might be lot of singing in the summer heat
we just couldn't read or hear
until fruits in our mouth
and hopefully we turn them into our own sweat stories