The Weekly Croissant: All of These Fruits

A Poem

All of These Fruits 

I can’t help it!
A happiness has settled upon me

My labor greets me in the morning;
The smile of a child
And good work laid out on my table 

All of these fruits
Ripe for appreciation
While the land just around my orchard 
Turns to dust and rubble

And I sit below my little tree 
Giddy in its shade 
Guilty for enjoying these delicious days
While the world around me wilts and wails
But fruit ripens only once 
and happiness knows nothing of good timing