EXHIBITION

A time when love

Must prove you

Productive

Strong

Worthy

To be pruned

The scissors

Snaps,

Its sharp steel

Blade

Slicing away

At the overgrowths

A lone tree now stands

Rounded to perfection

Bold green leaves

Firmly rooted

And specked

With

Ripen fruit

 That time when fire

Must prove you

Precious

Tolerant

Able

To endure

The flames

Rage,

Fiery tongues

Laving flesh off

To reveal

The hidden gem

A refined metal

Now lies

Nestled

In glory

Glowing

Bright

And beautiful

The time when ice

Must prove you

A possession

Treasured

Worth

The keeping

Cold vapour

Rises

Its fangs

Slowing the heart

Numbing

Yet preserving

The truss of grapes

Now is presented

After days

With juice still

Fresh

And fruit

In good shape

The time when the world

Must prove you

A misfit

Unwanted

Rejected

Denied

The jests

Increase

Their Spite

Grow

Tears

Freely flow

Seeming sad

Yet infinitely

Refreshing

The new creature

Now takes flight

Into light

Reveling

In warmth

That radiates

From within

Making her shine

When the fair

Starts

Tree,

Gem,

Fruit,

New being

Will be laid

On pedestals

Lifted high

Above

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