Taste It Poem by Arno Le Roux

The walk through life's adult garden feel it slow

Gods took forever to allow the leaves to lift with a hot wind blow

Grew from trees of wisdom all three formed in one

For looks a physical the eyes duty is easily done

Us was shown the much deeper taste must find

The meat protected by thin skin feel and taste her mind

Perfect almost is wisdom's fruit hanging bare

Fruit is heavier when held in your hand and stare

To open the fruit you will in the middle find a sore

Satisfy emotions in relationships investigate the core

Our three fold fruit to happiness held but not for all

Hunger's visitors to life's garden by others never allow to stall

Arno Le Roux 20l4