The berries come to the autumnal air as the blooms come to the spring, in a triumphant hurrah of colour.
The berries come in rich pinks and strong purple, gifting their god-given flavour to any and all.
The berry tumbles downward toward its mother Earth, new food for the birds, a vital part of the circle of life.
The elder berry ripens as if marinated into perfect blackness by sun and rain; yet within it is royal purple, deep and sweet.
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