The Lemon Tree Of Amalfi Poem by Cathryn Adeli

if when I die, God says to me
you may be whatever will set you free
I would say, Oh lord, please, i wish to be
the lemon tree of Amalfi.
for it grows not large on cliffs
above the Mediterranean Sea
with white blossoms of perfumes intoxicating
its fruit glows like the harvest moon
medicinal and so sweetly
dark branches wind and weave green lace
of glossy pointed leaves
not each within its season
but blossom, fruit and sleep
simultaneously
and that is why I wish to be
the lemon tree of Amalfi