An Olive
It was once nothing,
just a seed;
still unborn.
No one can say,
what made it sprout;
why it had to be
Over time it ripened,
grew to fullness;
its flavor oh so sweet...
Together we plucked this fruit,
enjoying its wondrous gift;
love and passion it was...
And as we looked,
further along...
we saw an entire grove.
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