Poem: The Banana That Didn’t Want To Split
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In a tropical grove, where the sunshine did flit, Lived a mellow banana who’d not want to split. With a coat of bright yellow, and an inward curve, Its destiny, it vowed, it would staunchly preserve.
It clung to its siblings, atop trees so tall, Among fruits of all colours, it stood proud and all. From dawn until dusk, it resisted the pull, Of the hands that would take it and leave it to mull.
In the company of others, it held on so tight, Through the heat of the day and the chill of the night. For the banana believed in a fate of its own, Not to be peeled, diced or savoured alone.
The wind whispered secrets, the rain pattered down, Each day brought new threats, but it wore not a frown. For this brave banana, resilient and wise, Knew its purpose was greater than to be a sweet prize.
It dreamt of adventures, not yet written or spoke, Escaping the fate of its sweet kinfolk. With a heart full of courage, it tightened its grip, No peeler or slicer would make it to trip.
And then on a morning, with the sky painted pink, A gust of wind strong, made the whole tree to sink. The banana held fast, with a grin and a cheer, A new chapter beginning, it was finally here.
As the tree toppled down and the ground it did greet, The banana was found by a kind soul so sweet. She cradled it gently and whispered, “I know, You’re not meant for splitting, you’re destined to grow.”
So planted with care, in the soft, fertile ground, The banana thrived, in its new life it was bound. From the depths of the earth, a new tree did arise, A symbol of hope, reaching up to the skies.
So remember, dear reader, when you next see a fruit, Not all are created to follow one route. For within each banana, there may be a dream, To flourish, to grow, and to someday redeem.
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