The Cherry On Top

From off the ground
So Ive be found
To the many
Life's uncanny

A passer by
Will reach a sky
If fruits' up high
For a baked pie

Some see me low
Where seeds do grow
Easy pickings
Dying, decaying

Built for the climb
Beauty sublime
This position
Life's transition

Find me high up
The very top
Where fruit is fresh
Not among trash

Wine from the mash
Drunk from its lash
Sweet is my treat
If but the feat

Climb if you will
Pure water, distill
Patients a must
Not without fuss

Reach for my flesh
Sell me for cash
You reap they sow
Learn as you grow

The fight and keep
Borders the deep
The Cherry on top
Sweet rest is stop