The Root

Casting off rotten fruit

Yielded from a rotten root

Doesn't make any sense since

The root comes first 

From seeds planted

Germinated and nursed

With your hand...it

Makes no sense, hence

'Tis the root that must be tended to

'Tis the root that has offended you

'Tis the root by which growth is stunted

'Tis the root yielding fruit but you don't want it

Throwing away fruit with imperfections strange

Fruit with complexions plain

Fruit that is loosed

Fruit that is bruised 

Fruit that has fallen 

It can still be used

Bananas with spots make banana bread

Peaches and cherries for smoothies instead

Of tossing those berries and apples, make cobblers or pies

Don't throw it away because it's not pleasing to your eyes

And when the harvest is over, dig up the root

And determine if it can be rescued

If so, get rid of the rotten parts that are brown and soft 

Replant and firm the soil after rinsing them off

And then you wait until it's harvest time

Get your basket and I'll get mine

And I'm willing to bet that the fruit we collect

Will be, for the most part, nearly perfect

But just in case some look rotten

Let's remind ourselves in case we've forgotten

Even when fruit looks like it has taken a beatin'

Doesn't mean that fruit can't be good eatin'

And just like that imperfect fruit that has fallen to the earth, 

We also have purpose, usefulness, and worth