Buds will form and flowers bloom
But Spring will end soon

The branch beneath keeps only a little to live
To the fruit all else it must give

The weight will steadily grow
The branch will eventually bow

The fibers will strain
Such is the nature of their grain

The fruit will fall with seed
Spreading life to the broken dirt in need

Yet,

Sometimes the branch must break
For the fruit to fall

Oh Sower!

May the seed flourish
May our breaking nourish