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.