Fruits of our Labor (14th hour)

Well my dear

Is this how you imagined our years

Together upon this porch

Watching our children recklessly search

For fireflies to fill their mason jars

Did you dream the both of us would be beaming this evening

As we hear our lil ones laugh uncontrollably

At the frogs who they believe are serenading them, gleefully

When the storm unexpectedly approaches

Let us together, put them in their raincoats and boots

And unitedly, watch the growth of our little fruits

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