The Papaya
How sweet, refreshing was the papaya and it didn’t look beautiful. It was almost green. And I saw the plant on poor soil with its fruits so high up above hanging on a very lean stem. No one planted it there in the garden and it grew up wild. It was lucky that it was unobserved till it got big, sweet fruits. How grateful I was for its goodness.
And there was another papaya, very beautifully colored. How pleasing, what a joy to the eye, but it wasn’t savory and sweet No one planted it in the garden and it grew up. It was lucky that it was unobserved till it got those beautiful fruits, so graceful. How grateful I was for its beauty. Was it wrong of the papaya that no one liked eating it? Should this papaya tree be cut down, even were the papaya not beautifully colored?
May 2009
How sweet, refreshing was the papaya and it didn’t look beautiful. It was almost green. And I saw the plant on poor soil with its fruits so high up above hanging on a very lean stem. No one planted it there in the garden and it grew up wild. It was lucky that it was unobserved till it got big, sweet fruits. How grateful I was for its goodness.
And there was another papaya, very beautifully colored. How pleasing, what a joy to the eye, but it wasn’t savory and sweet No one planted it in the garden and it grew up. It was lucky that it was unobserved till it got those beautiful fruits, so graceful. How grateful I was for its beauty. Was it wrong of the papaya that no one liked eating it? Should this papaya tree be cut down, even were the papaya not beautifully colored?
May 2009
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