Promising Parable

My hands strain as i carry with me a bucket of water.
Glimmers of celestial white that reflect potential
and the power to vivify. slowly and with great care i
install life into the tree. The streams cascade, as they
caress the bark and fertile ground. Its gradual
permeance nurtures any exigence that the tree might have.

As the cycles complete, The tree starts to show appreciation.
With promise and grace, flaunting the blossoms purpureous hue
i stand bewildered, trying to understand the magnitude of creation.
None of my efforts went to waste, as we intertwined to persevere.
i thank God for such angelical perpetuity.
Within this: an obvious parable.

Keep your heart with all diligence;
for out of it are the issues of life.