Olive

Nervously tethered beside the leaves
waiting to be plucked !!

The Olive grew old and sweeter,
tasted ripe then turned bitter,
an image of him digested
and an image of him decayed,

"never chosen !", cursed He.
hating to die, he tore off
softly fell, got hurt
then stamped and trampled.

While dying ,he conspired,
"to spiral out of the sand",

a month passed, manured and watered,
slowly shredded his surface,
he waited, he waited, he waited
finally came alive, breathed free
and branched to another olive tree.