The Green Fruit Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Green fruit, a symbol of love,
Ripe and plump, from branch above.
A hue of youth and freshness too,
A start of something pure and new.
Each fruit, a promise yet to unfold,
A story waiting to be told.
With every bite, a flavor sweet,
A love so strong, it is hard to beat.
But like the fruit, love also grows,
From seed to tree, it surely shows.
With every season, it changes its form,
But never loses its essence, its norm.
Green fruit, a reminder of love's potential,
Endless possibilities, so essential.
With tender care, it will surely thrive,
A love that will forever stay alive.
Like a tree, love also needs to be nurtured,
Through the highs and lows, never deterred.
For just like the fruit, it ripens with time,
A love so true, it's hard to define.
So let us savor this green fruit of love,
With every bite, our hearts will move.
For in its simplicity, lies its power,
A love so pure, it will never sour.