Star Fruits are Sour, but so gentle

I had been told a star fruit is sour, and when green

I have seen lightly yellowed ones, slightly sour too

Yet the fragrance upon biting into one

If only to be felt, not spoken of

The crunch of its fleshy insides, ah! The sound

Then the gentle whiffs of some flowers, unknown beautiful ones

And as the gentle sourness , seeps down the throat

You feel a union of tastes and feeling

I equate it to a beautiful morning 

Of summer, of hills, misty, and a gurgling spring

The simile of this fruit renders itself all too well

To those who see with their tongue and smell

The star fruit is aptly named, but different for each

To most the shape makes up for it's name

To me, ah the rush of its gentle hints of freshness

Is like a clear sky, in a moonless night