LABOR OF LOVE

I planted a seed in the earth
Lovingly nurtured it from birth,
Branches sprung, reaching out
Absorbing all, within and without

Pruned and shaped intuitively
Maintaining its viability,
Tiny buds conveyed a promise
Fruits of plenty for the harvest

Fruits burst forth taking shape
Maturing to a fragrant taste,
Serving all, satiating hunger
Labor of love, endures forever!
 

© Reanty Marajh 2006