life, the universe, and everything.

it knows not when or where it might bear fruit.
even under the most adverse conditions possible,
love can find a way to take root.
like a budding sapling, it is vulnerable
to the whim of us gardeners in life:
to be dispatched with the fell of an axe
or encouraged with the pruning of a knife.
but in its growing, one cannot be lax.
constant attention is required,
as occasional trimming and coaxing will show,
that to obtain the results desired,
certain pains must be endured in order to grow.
like a stout tree we can decide to cultivate
and have it become something truly great.