Fruit of Your Labor

"The sweetness of summer, Blooms from the darkness of winter Plants pulled from the earth, By the sun, proving it’s worth Life flows, Bees sow Pollinating the gifts we receive, From plants and trees A bounty of goodness, juicy and sweet, Amazed by nature and this feat Year after year, the cycle of life, Each summer bearing fruits just right That sustain us by marking time, Creating memories divine Of that perfect peach, The best one just out of reach Each berry better than the next, Blackberry is my favorite, I confess It’s berry defended by gnarly thorns, Providing scratches to adorn My arms and hands, Payment that the canes demand So to in life’s conceal, Our efforts are revealed Bruises and bumps, Or the occasional lump From trying our best, No matter how difficult the test But there is satisfaction in your reward, So the abrasions are ignored With the fruit of our labor, And its success we savor"