Don't Stone The Tree With Friuts Poem by Alufa Oke Joshua

Don't scorn the tree heavy with fruit,
Each blossom's labor, a testament, resolute.
In bounteous yield, nature's grace takes root,
From branch to earth, life's sweet pursuit.

Under the sun's warm, embracing light,
Fruits ripen, a symphony of colors bright.
Seasons dance, in cycles, day to night,
A tapestry woven in nature's flight.

So cherish the tree, laden with plenty,
Its gifts abound, a symphony so gently.
In its shade, dreams find sanctuary,
Amongst nature's wealth, life's true treasury.