It hung so near the trunk of the tree, <br />And stayed unnoticed for a long time, <br />Hidden by a leafy canopy, <br />And growing bigger than most others! <br /> <br />It was not scorched by the noon-time sun, <br />Nor wetted by the lashing rains, <br />Or shaken by the winds that howl, <br />But was over-fed in mother's way! <br /> <br />I plucked it off lest someone stole <br />Or wood-peckers come make a hole, <br />And parrots beak it up like nuts, <br />Leaving its empty rind hanging! <br /> <br />I wrapped the fruit in a plastic bag, <br />And thought it would ripen very soon; <br />Alas! The fruit never ripened at all, <br />Remaining green and looking fresh! <br /> <br />It was as hard as granite stone; <br />It did not dry or change color; <br />It stayed that way when kept outside, <br />But never ripened any day! <br /> <br />I pondered what could have happened <br />Preventing the fruit from ripening; <br />‘There is a time for everything, <br />And when a fruit ripens! ' - says the Bible. <br /> <br />Yet, human beings find new ways <br />Of doing things unnaturally; <br />Nevertheless, they hardly win; <br />But Mother Nature does better! <br /> <br />Man's knowledge and experience fails <br />In every field and every sphere; <br />The Nature, God created stays <br />Unraveled, unrivaled winner always. <br /> <br />Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-10-2012<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-custard-apple/
