The Perfect Pear

Swaying in the air hanging from a tree, my body dangles as my soul runs around free. I’m a lovely pair. There’s a brown stem coming out of the top of my head that connects me to a pear tree. I’m 4 inches tall with a beautiful olive green complexion.

California has a lot of beautiful pear trees and the one I sprouted on is an old ten foot tall tree. My home was planted in a park with lots of visitors that walk, skate, run, and picnic in. Some of the human visitors tend to pick from the the pear tree and indulge in us, a refreshing snack. Every pear hanging looks forward to being picked, it’s in our life path. Once being picked by a human and being indulged in, you are set free. You have then completed life’s full circle.

I’ve been waiting a lifetime to get picked. Every night my dreams consist of me being picked by the perfect man. I could only imagine the feeling of a mans warm hand wrapped all around me and drawing me slowly towards his lips. This tree use to be full of pears but every lady pear has already completed their full circle. It’s a pretty lonely life being the only pear left, it causes me to question myself, as if something is wrong with me. Is it because Im so deep in the tree they can’t see me? The other pears were able to “put out” being in the front, they are first of view. I’m short, full and I promise I’m juicy. Last I checked I thought that’s what a man likes, so why must I hang lonely and desperate.

Mother pear use to tell me I’ll get picked when I’m ready, she would remind me it’s not good to be picked when you’re not fully grown. The man might take one bite of me and toss me to the streets if my time comes to early. It’s true too, I’ve seen some of the lady pears die and rot out on the floor after being tossed by their man. Understanding that, getting through the days are a lot easier, just have to tell myself I am perfect. So I’ll wait my turn in line.

When watching the humans pass in the park I’d like to think that if I wasn’t so hung up waiting on a man, I’d too be rolling around seeing everything there is to see. Id possibly go find the man that wants to hold me. As I sit in this thought and observe, I spot a man walking my way. He looks hungry and in need of a snack. He’s going to pick me I know it. There’s no other pear like me and in this case there is no other pear but me. The closer he walks towards me the bigger his smile turns, and the bigger my excitement grows. This is it, I’m going to be picked!

Nervously I watch as the man reaches his pink flesh limbs my way. His finger spread apart ready to unite us as one. I’m sweating! His skin brushes against mine causing me to feel fuzzy and warm for a brief second until I realize he reached further in the tree past me. As he pulls his arm back out of the tree and by me, I see an extremely small pear in his hand. So small I only saw the stem poking out the top on the mans hand. This is ridiculous. She is smaller than me, she’s a little girl far from being ripe. There’s no explanation for this. I had no idea there was anyone else here besides me.

It might be possible that being picked is just not in my life’s path, and I’ll rot on this tree until I’m too weak to hold on and fall to my defeat. Life might just be a movie for me and not an experience. The lesson of observation might be my life’s path. Accepting that as my truth, I sadly cry myself to sleep .

A bright light shined through my eyelids causing me to wake up extra early and a bit grouchy. Immediately i remember yesterday’s embarrassment and become fed up of the day already. Quite frankly I’m just fed up with my life on this tree. Wishing I could be appreciated and loved I start to brainstorm. What can I do to make myself happy, or what can I do to make the meeting of a man come faster.

Staring down at the ground, I see a man taking a nap. He looks as if he went for a morning stroll and decided to take a break and passed out. Brainstorming is over I decided this is my time to react. Swaying in the tree I throw myself back and forth trying to break free off of my branch. If I can get myself on the ground next to him he might notice me and have me for his breakfast. One crack and then two to three and I drop falling free.

The fall was a lot of fun honestly, I screamed full of joy the whole way down. The landing is another story, I smack the ground a lot harder than anticipated. Might’ve hurt my backside, but I’m too excited to be picked up to even care. My adrenaline is pumping, my man is right here next to me. We look like the perfect pair.

Apparently my fall woke the man up. Looking in his eyes I could tell the man was hungry, He proved so when he stood up and searched the tree for a pear. He couldn’t find one so he grabbed an orange from the tree across the street and walked away. I watched in pure shock and disappointment. He didn’t even notice me.

I’m more alone now than when I was on the tree. I had an opportunity to be picked and it slipped away from me because I was so impatient. Had I stayed on my branch the man would’ve found me and my full circle would be complete.

The fall I took actually ended up bruising my bottom, and now that my adrenaline is worn off I can really feel all the pain. On the inside of my body and the outside I feel ugly and broken. There’s not one person that is going to want a bruised fruit. I’ll cry myself to sleep again tonight only this time on the cold ground with a chance of being scarfed down by an animal.

I woke up that Sunday morning with the sun shining in my eyes. This time I was thrilled by it. I’m no longer on the ground, I’m once again swaying on my branch and the whole day I just experienced was just a dream. Im thrilled my dream took the defeat leaving me still sweet. My dream taught me patience in life and appreciation for my pear tree and pear body. I’ll gladly wait till its my time to be picked from this lovely big green pear tree.

After a good nights rest I’m able to fully relax and take in every breeze that crossed by, pushing me from side to side. If its my path to enjoy all the pleasure of people passing and living there life and creating beautiful stories only the birds and i can hear, then I love that for me. I accept.

I spotted a gentleman skating down pass my tree, he looked my way and noticed me. I calmly watch as he comes closer. I think I’m about to get picked. I’m not going to put any pressure on his decision, if he likes me and wants to pick me he will.

The man, close as can be reaches though the branches on a mission for a good fruit. He grabbed me but doesn’t pluck. He twirls me, observing my body and it made him lure for more. The man plucked me from the tree and the sound and the vibration that had came from it was absolutely beautiful, way better than expected. His hand feels so warm and cozy he made me melt to my core, he walked with me for a second with me in his hand. He took me for a stroll if you will. The man went and sat on the bench over looking the park.

He stared at me for a moment before moving me towards his lips, then he took me in for the first bite. He moaned with grand pleasure from how fresh I was. I even sprayed my juices, it was definitely the right timing. We are the perfect pair no doubt about it.

Finishing me completely he made me feel absolutely loved and I’m sure he is full. My circle is finished for now and for the pear tree as well. I hope my seeds will find their way to the ground and dig deep into the soil so another pear tree of lovely pears can experience this lovely life.