Go cautiously, considerably
Because many others you trail

Fruits hang down
Mocked by scorching sun and dust
Couldn’t wait to get ripe
Without knowing that will bring the end

Branches sway in pain
Tossed in blizzard and hotness
Craving rain
Anticipating fruitlessness without
Knowing that will bring the end

The trunk stretches its neck in agony
Bearing all the burden unaided
Expecting tragedy to befall branches
The impatient farmer
To cut off all the infertile

Roots grumble in darkness –
No sunrise, no sunset
Locked in there to keep donating milk
Breathing hard, feeling dejected

Waiting for the perilous days
Fruits will fail to produce, branches
Will dry up
And the stem will be hewed without
Knowing those will bring the end

They will be uprooted
For another plant to plant

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