I came across a coconut once.
Hard and brown on the outside,
white and sweet in the inside.
Knowing of its tough nature,
and the satisfying treasure,
I brought the coconut home with me.
I looked upon the coconut
with a curious gaze,
and wondered just how
succulent the coconut could be.
Caressing the coconut’s outer shell,
I pondered on how
I could get inside.
I tried to cut, smash, and bite
my way to the inside.
I nearly tried everything.
Apparently, I had found
the best of the bunch,
the cream of the crop.
Being persistent,
I finally made a crack in the shell.
I let the juices drip into my mouth
tasting the coconut for all it was worth.
Of course,
I was never able to taste
the best part of a coconut,
but I was satisfied.
I looked at the coconut again.
Seeing the coconut with a split in the shell,
I began to grow sad.
I had cracked such a beautiful fruit.
From all other angles,
the coconut was still beautiful.
But the crack was like an invisible scar.
Now, I say to the coconut,
“A person such as myself
did not deserve to taste
a Fruit such as yourself. I am sorry.”
