You may be tasty

Sweet with juice

Or is there a reason

Even the birds find an excuse;

Not to pluck you from

The barren tree

They dare not taste

The essence of thee;

Because of these things

I’ll leave you be

To decorate

The stark scenery;

Never to know

If you’re sweet or sour

If you sustain life

Or bring death in an hour;

Instead I see you

For what you are

A pretty bunch of berries

Best admired from afar