Any Fruit worth picking Any that draws the eye and the hand To pluck from its branch The beautiful Fruit Ideal and perfect for the hunger The need of the moment And the urge to savor This sweet Produce
If you look down to see the trunk And the ground into which its roots sink You will always find unfavorable dirt This Fruit that you seek Luscious on the branch Is always grown in bad soil
The Fruit of Peace Is not nurtured on peaceful ground The roots of Kindness defy the Surrounding earth of unkindness And its grapes are among the Sweetest in the garden Bury a sapling of Patience In a compost of hurry, rush and anxiety And you Along with others close to you Will Rest in its shade And feast from its branch.
Bloom where you are planted And bear this Fruit in season The more rocky the soil The more bountiful the harvest.
This is beautiful Kev.