I planted a lemon tree
and with it another a little away.
The two grew in great spree
one beating the other in a way
healthy and lovely they grew
from a sapling to a plant fine
tuft and green in hue
a little while after with a shine
came out the flowers tiny
blossoming with a nice fragrance
thence shot up the little fruit shiny
dark green and small in reference
with mounted anxiety watched the fruit
that became bigger and bigger
turning yellow slowly in the shoot
it was a sight very magnificent in vigour
with a yellowish green display
enhancing the environment with a colourful play.
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