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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.