I've combed the world
and seen in fortuitous circumstances
a taste of every fruit
my eye could see.
Some were red
and bore the taste of flame or heartache.
They tore my tongue
with every bite.
Some were yellow
and made me feel light and elated.
The aftertaste was
joy in flavor.
Some were blue -
mellow, fresh, and sometimes sober.
I felt like I was
below the sea.
Some were violet,
others green. I tasted them together.
I stopped to test the
fruit of every tree.
At times I thought
about picking only my favorites.
But regardless of color,
no two were the same.
I moved slowly
at first, but soon I found no end.
For every tree I tried,
I saw another.
This garden I'm in -
why, I've only begun to begin.
I was struck by
two thoughts:
That each fruit has a signature taste;
and the world is a wonderful place!
