In a world where lemons grow with pride,
There lived a girl, her spirit undenied.
With golden tresses, a smile so bright,
She weaved her dreams in the lemon's light.

Young and brave, her hands deftly danced,
Crafting cakes and goods, a sweet romance.
From dawn till dusk, she toiled with zest,
Creating delicacies, her very best.

With starch and lemons, a magical blend,
She baked her dreams, a message to send.
Her goods are a symbol of resilience and might,
A testament to turning darkness into light.

The fair approached, a bustling affair,
A tapestry of colors, a carnival in the air.
She set up her humble stall,
Filled with treats that would enthrall.

As people strolled by, their curiosity grew,
Drawn to the aroma, a tantalizing brew.
They tasted her creations, their hearts alight,
A burst of sunshine, a pure delight.

In each morsel, they found a hint of hope,
A reminder to reach beyond life's slope.
For in the face of challenges, she stood tall,
A beacon of inspiration for one and all.

Her cakes, a bittersweet art,
Symbolized resilience, a fresh new start.
With each bite savored, a lesson was learned,
To embrace life's trials, for they can be earned.

Through her creations, she shared a tale,
Of finding strength when the winds wail.
For even in the sourest of lemons, you see,
Lies the power to transform, to truly be free.

#citrus #cerativity

© jdcummings