Juicy Battle

[Verse] In the garden stands a warrior Purple armor ripe and heavy Sun-baked skin tough and ready Beneath a summer sky [Verse 2] Bruised and beaten in the dirt Battle scars on tender flesh Sweet revenge in bursting juice Bitter taste of loss [Chorus] Plum’s the fighter in the fields Fought the seasons year by year Sour moments rotting dreams Still holds tight to future seeds [Verse 3] Tree roots deep in soil anchored Nourishment from earth below Fruits of labor slowly ripen Generations grow [Bridge] Raindrop tears and sun’s demise Cracked and splintered branches wise Leaves turning shade of fight Still the plum survives [Verse 4] Seasons change and fight lives on New buds sprout where old ones gone Cycle of this life’s profession Warrior tree's confession