Though the lemon tree bends
with her fruit
And the grapefruit hang
Heavily low
Though the camellia bloom
Widely open
And colour washes
The green
Though tui call through
Their branches
And bees are alive
To sweetness
Yet the fruit of our heart
Is not ripened
Nor the beds of our soul
In flower
For the path we yet tread
Is narrow
And we’ll all still be hungry
tomorrow
©Erice Fairbrother
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