The White Fruit

One day I found a lovely tree, it’s fruit was snowy white

I picked a fruit and stared at it then went to take a bite.

“Don’t do that!” said a nearby voice, “It has an awful taste!”

“I tried to eat one earlier but it was a mistake!”

“The fruit”, the stranger then explained, “is not what I had thought”

“I hoped it's flavor would change me sir but sadly it did not!”

The stranger went along his way and left me there to muse

What is the nature of this tree? And now what do I do?

Finally after pondering I decided I would eat

When another stranger called to me, “It can’t be very sweet!”

She said, “I’ve never ate that fruit and tell me why should I?!”

“It can’t be nearly as sweet as other fruits I’ve tried!”

She asked if I would taste the fruit and I told her that I might,

So she told me what a fool I was and hurried out of sight.

I sat and wondered once again on what those folks had said

But could something this lovely really taste so bad?

Right then and there I made my mind, I had to taste the fruit

For there could be no other way that I would find the truth.

The taste that met my anxious mouth was sweet and succulent

A flavor so unique, divine, it must be heaven sent!

I made it then my mission to convince all passers-by

That to know it’s sweetness for themselves that they would have to try.