The boughs of my plum tree bend, heavy with fruit.
My fig tree is heavy with its fruit, as well.
Seems neither’s depressed by all those destitute
In Gaza and Ukraine, whose lives are now hell.

In good soil with water, my fruit trees all bloom,
As grapefruits and apricots, likewise mature.
While politics, war bring mankind doom and gloom,
In gardens, the cycles of nature endure.

The reds, greens, and yellows, delights to the eyes,
Are soon to be salads, delights to the taste,
And even desserts in delicious fruit pies,
And gifts to our neighbors, so none go to waste.

While mankind is stumbling, Nature goes on
In dark days, a promise, there’ll be a new dawn.