See oh man, the trees.
They sway in heaven’s breeze.
Some with ripened fruit,
Others barren to the root.
See oh man, the apple tree,
With the only fruit to see.
No oranges, figs or tangerine,
Only the apple, pure and clean.
See oh man; look with your heart,
At the fruit both sweet and tart.
Both life here & all eternity,
Await the fruit of your tree.
Time grows short till harvest comes.
When the fruits of life are all but done.
See oh man, what you will do.
For one day, God will ask fruit of you.