Ode To A Lucky Little Lemon

From a most humble beginning,
Encrusted in a secure little capsule.
The first droplets of rain form life.
She reaches forth through the earth,
Pushing away the soft soil.
Her fingers, as delicate as pure white feathers,
Unravel to reveal a gift of fluorescent yellow.
You age gracefully, under the command of the elements.
The sweet scent from your natural oils arouses my nostrils.
I watch longingly as you evolve into an exquisite sphere.
Your outer layer now reminds me,
Of the pitted skin of my favourite grandfather.
The tingly sensation exciting my taste buds,
Like magical bursts of popping candy.
I cradle you softly, rubbing your plump little belly.
Now you belong to me.