the apple tree
when it’s bearing fruit
and bright green leaves.
But come the winter
when branches are bare
you don't notice them there.

Anyone can love
the azure sky
when the golden sun
hangs so high.
But come the clouds
that brings the rain
you complain.

Anyone can love
a baby girl.
When she’s cooing
and smiling
she’s out of this world.
But when she cries and clings
you cut the strings.