The birth of a piece of poem

The growing crops harvest not by crofter Having to wait a time to ripe them Any birth by woman giving to a child Not until comes of the due time So on what any poem-writing rely Effort-making and /or repeatedly act? Argh! as crystallike gems of poetry Only acquire them formed naturally by So, as a poet, if taken as a career Or a person's status to be identified No poetry exquisite can be crafted As long as conditions opposite fact Of farmer versus crops, by endless effort Of women giving birth, till fetus mature