The Lemon Tree


When I was nothing more than just a child,

The Lemon Tree was happy notes and dance.

I would skip around with the melody in mind,

A song purely delightful, at first glance.

 

But as I became older and the lyrics became clear,

I realised how tragic they were.

Bitterness and tears, caught in song,

And I don’t know which version I prefer.

 

But then again, sad as it is,

Perhaps it’s part of growing up.

When The Lemon Tree stops being sounds,

And becomes a story of two lovers’ break-up.