Banana

Where sunbeams weave through emerald leaves,

Lies a fruit, curved like a crescent moon,

Nature's whimsical offering, the banana.

Yellow jacket hides a creamy heart,

A sweet promise wrapped in a tender peel.

From ancient soils it draws its vigor,

To nourish and delight, a humble marvel.

From market stalls to childhood hands,

Its presence transcends, a familiar friend.

Smooth texture upon eager lips,

A taste of sunshine, in every bite.

In recipes old as whispered tales,

It bends to pastry, or graces the grill.

Or simply, in solitude, pure and unadorned.