The Fruit So Bore Poem by S C

Sleepless nights
And all the hours put in,
Ceaseless plight
Almost at the brink of crying,
All now assemble
Infront of her eyes.

Will her hardwork be paid?
Will judgment be just?
Asks the girl to the one above,
As she unfolds the fate of her dreams
With tired eyes, shaking hands and racing thoughts.

Then appeared a smile brighter than ever,
A pink tinged her cheek,
As she picked the fruit of her labour with a shiver
The result? Her eyes speak
Oh! What's this sound?
It's the heavens cheering!