Finding my Way
My child,
you have been chosen
as the special one to taste my fruit.
A kaleidoscope of color, intoxicating aromas
and the utmost delectable of nectars.
You, my child,
may have just one bite.
Why my God,
do you allow me to have just one bite?
To
teach you my child
that this fruit exists,
but you need to find your own way
to where the fruit grows.
On your journey
time will pass, and as will you,
the trees will grow, the blossoms will bloom, and the fruit will flourish.
You must strive to find the fruit trees my child.
Remember the taste;
The smell;
The beauty.
Cherish this memory
and you will taste again.