Pear Poem

This is my poem about a pear.

P
E
A
R
Pears
are a calm,
light green color
like a morning light
shining through the
leaves on which they
hang, waiting to be picked.
They are not a circle, or an oval.
They are both. Biting a pear, your
teeth sink through the skin like water.
Sweet, delicious juice trickles down
the pear. You twist the hard, flexible
stem until it pops off. You keep
taking big, sweet bites
down to the core.