I sat under a tree one morning,
Counting fruits, I thought would be quite amusing,
When cruising through the air,
Generosity and Compassion fell on my hair.
They cracked open and let out the smell of love.
I tried to give the tree a shake,
What do you think came speeding by?
A plump fruit of honesty and a fully ripened fruit of grace.
I gave them a hug and a glow spread all over my face.
Just then, zigzagging through the air,
The tiny fruits of manners fell one by one,
They hovered in the air and waited for their turn.
I realised then, having such virtuous fruits would be great fun,
So I took them all, weighing by the ton.
Never have I seen a tree that looked so gorgeous,
Humbly it displayed its fruits so virtuous.