The Fruit Tree
Hidden deep beneath the ground
Strong, searching roots are found
Above her limbs will open wide
She knows her beauty cannot hide
Now in fragrant budding Spring
This shy, blushing bride will bring
From her sweetly surrendered blossom...
Dropped confetti on Earth’s bosom
Full laden now, this lovely maid
In lazy Summer days will shade…
Her fruits to ripen hanging there
Until we pluck her summer fare
Now in Autumn she will shed
a thousand million golden dead
They fall in heaps about our feet
Was there e’er a giving quite so sweet?
Now deep in Winters ice and snows
She dreams about her summer clothes
Then quietly trusting in Life and its reasons
She surrenders herself to Life's four seasons.
Copyright © Helen Lewis 2009