Ode to the Fig

Ode to the Fig: An Inverted wonder Oh fig, thou art no mere fruit, But a marvel of nature’s intricate pursuit, Inverted flowers within thy form reside, A secret world where wonders abide. Not like cherries or almonds that bloom above, Thy blossoms hide within, a tale of love. For figs require a curious decree, A partnership with the fig wasp, you see. Within thy crimson chambers deep, The wasp finds solace, a sacred keep. In mutual bond, they intertwine, A dance of life in thy design. Thy branches bear a crunchy delight, A symphony of flavours, a pure delight. Yet, beneath thy skin lies a hidden trove, Hundreds of fruits in unity wove. Each flower yields a single nut, An "aquarium" within thy strut. Thy essence, a testament to unity's might, In every fig, a miniature flight. Though some may now forsake the wasp's call, Thou still bear fruit for one and all. A testament to resilience and adaptability's art, In a world where change is but a part. Oh fig, thou art a tale of symbiotic grace, A symbol of life's intricate embrace. In thee, we find nature's endless hymn, A masterpiece of creation, so prim. So here's to thee, oh fig divine, Thou art a treasure, forever in time. Inverted wonder, thy secrets unfurl, A gift of nature, to cherish and twirl.