creepers

My uncle once told me that the tree with the most fruit hangs the lowest.  Because the weight of its fruit makes it bend and humble down to earth. But when the tree is bare, it stands tall and upright with no leaf in sight; nothing is holding it down.

 The heavier your fruit is, my uncle told me, the lower you bend. Because the weight of your bearing holds you down; humble, your fruit, like your crown.