The Unknown Fruit

Silent waters always are said to run deep; And looks often end up in deception As venturesome finds do in exception Bring forth reward to cherish and keep A trekking crew found on an desolate hill An odd tree with feathery leaves wide spread, And plump, tempting fruits coloured red ; For a while the dazed gapers all stood still .... The younger ones rushed forth to pluck , Before the slower few could warn or prevent , And lavishly bit off with wild thrilling content ; Wildness now overpowered the lagging ruck Moments of ecstasy did there prevail ; Like the Greek heroes on the Lotos island, Each was lost in the indrawn wonderland And every spell was slothful and under sail Oblivion covered up the place and time Thoughts and senses to iceberg had frozen ; Trusted arms and fingers refused to fasten ; Order, rhythm, and breath lost their prime Chance and daring had brought them there Temptation did prompt the eating of it , Smothering and closing all ways to quit ; Everything lost and nothing found anywhere ! Living has its own marked margin and domain No courage dare cross Nature's set ambit : Taste or possession of things odd is out of wit -- Perhaps trying the forbidden fruit over again !