It is such a blessing when you can savor
The fruits of your labor
It's not a paycheck that you cash
Or money you can stash
No it's allot more than that
It's more like a feather in your hat
The rewards that you are given
Are a reflection of the life you are living
When your fruit spoils on the vine
It means you have wasted time
And time waits for no one, you or me
And fruit doesn't fall far from the tree
For our fruits to bare all they can bare
We must learn to listen and share
Because when you listen you blossom
And your fruit will ripen instead of rotten
As the old story goes
You reap what you sew
And I truly believe that is true
For both me and you
When you plant corn that's what you grow
When you sew love you grow your soul
And your heart grows sweet and ripe
As you become a fruitful tree of life
We must be careful as we plant our seed
And not turn our back on those in need
As life comes in many a different flavor
So do the fruits of our labor
