You were resting on a hedge,
decaying away from one side.
You’d grown to fruition,
hoping to share your tastiness.
instead, you were never picked,
finally falling from your tree.
People passed you by unaware,
as you silently decayed and died.
Then I came across you,
lying there in a terrible state.
Once a magnificent pear,
nature was now reclaiming you.
So I took your photo,
before time devours you.