Brown
fields
The trees are bald.
Then they grow pellos.
Flowers are their hair.
The flowers smell like
fresh air.
The flowers
drop off
and little green balls
appear.
They get larger and larger.
The balls change colors
to a yellowish orange.
It almost looks like a small
sol
shining at you.
It's time to
pick the oranges.
You need clippers, a moral, and a
ladder.
It's hard
work.
The moral gets heavy.
Finally you get to dump the
moral
into the bin.
You get real
thirsty in the brown fields.
You can pick a naranga.
You peel and take a bite of the
naranga,
it tastes like sweet
water.
