In Action

By knowledge and by labour we
see to it fruit is coming free.
Of leaves and fruit the fruit is first.
We focus on the proper burst.

She is a fruit tree, and her man
is husband, doing what he can.
By greenish she appears, at first.
Though, fruit will from the fruit tree burst.

She is a fruit tree, and her son
will prosper in the glowing sun.
And those are lovely, those are fine,
who want the sap to turn to wine.

Through day and night, through wind and rain,
she will create and feel the pain
which is for creativity
to feel, when not insanity.

The flowers spring, the tree looks good.
The root is steadfast, understood.
The leaves are given to show fears.
Though, left to rain is to show tears.

And suddenly, the fruit is ripe.
It cannot be of any type,
Though good it is if by its root.
One should see through the being cute.