Under the Tangerine Tree
Under the Tangerine tree, I love her
Her bitter exterior; sweetness inside
Paradise to keep me warm in summer
I would watch as her tears slowly subside

The last day of August I realized
If not eaten soon, tangerines will rot
But the kids shall not learn about goodbyes
And each bite of savory is now gone

The tree leaves fall as does her innocence
With no shade to block out the scorching sun
Past those azure skies; we were limitless
My babygirl, who is this you've become?

I still hear her, that voice played like a harp
Angel or devil you still have my heart...