The Dwarf

The lemon tree’s a dwarf and in a pot,
and though the garden’s shady, most the plants
are thriving whether weather’s good or not,
but that poor lemon never had a chance.
No matter where, it drooped like it forgot
the path to prosper and the sunlight dance,
until I boosted water, food, and care –
today I see a perfect lemon there.

(Ottava Rima)

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