Picking sour cherries

We came upon prunus cerasus,
totally unaware that she was there
in juicy splendor, a green umbrella
speckled with small, red, drupes.
Thousands called but only hundreds
were within our reach. A paradise
of fleshy fruit sparkled like glossy marbles
in the sun, on a solitary tree, a random
act of perfection achieved over the years
since a homeowner first broke ground.
Asking to be loved, we answered her
by harvesting a willing exhibition,
by tasting her Edenic cherry perfection.