In you want the fruit, you must climb the tree -
A piece of wisdom, and a quest,
That my wise, old father set for me.
A reminder of goodness found above,
Even though from below, we may not see,
Still, we strive to ascend new heights,
Determined, at last, to be free.
I am weary at times, I do confess
But if I want that fruit, I must climb the tree.
One that would have the fruit, must climb the tree. Thomas Fuller, English Clergyman
Written for Promptly Poetry
Week 8
Nine lines with the last word of each line rhyming with this scheme:
"abacadaba"
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