The route (root) of fruit*
So tender and wise is the seed
Before it comes for the world and its need
It knows how a vital role it plays
That in its maturity of patience for days
The moment that it begins to grow
It removes its shell, wisdom starts to show
A pattern that was learn before it came
To be on the path, be assertive and remain
Upward it grows, a poke through the ground
Making its trunk from roots to bark without sound
Leaves from limbs a fashion to be made
But of course a protection from heat with its shade
Blessed is the day when the fruit comes to be
Popping out sporadically all over the tree
But it waits for the moment for it to release
A certain calm within its trunk and tension begins to cease
Now as the moment has come from being attached
As it knew when it was a bud that merged from its hatch
Flourish and prosper, leaves the parent alone
As now it belongs to the Universe on its own
Oh wondrous and beautiful that something to ripen sweet
And then to fall gracefully in front of its parents feet
An apple that now has become delicious fruit
But it all started from the seed within it and made it from a root
Dom*Colucci © 2016
