Branches bent toward roads
Fruit offered itself instinct
Passersby filled pockets shyly
Juice forgave hunger
Farmers harvested last
Gratitude sweeter than cider
Season stretched by goodwill
Autumn wore generosity
Birds protected crops
Fence unlocked itself
No hand swatted theft
Sharing counted as rain
Winter tasted earned rest
Roots slept without sorrow
Land dreamed open gates
Spring returned with trust