The fruit is in the making
even when
it is not seen.
Sometimes the wind
cheats
to blow the tiny one
away.
It could be the clouds
that play truant
to roast the young 'un.
Or the rains
that cause
an early fall.
If it lives to ripen
and fall into your lap
it is truly
Nature's gift.
A gift is not something
you earn by
the sweat of your brow.
It's from a love in the heart
to a heart in love.
Then life is in the making.
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