There is a tree that sits alone at the edge of the yard. It is quite tall and has large bright leaves that shade a soul on the hottest day. Once in awhile, this tree gives off magical bananas. Now these bananas aren’t edible, or at least I wouldn’t try it but what starts out as a strange banana shaped pod, growing here and there with no particular nor fashionable reason why, they just pop out where they want I suppose.
One day a long green unripe banana, then seemingly overnight the magic happens. The banana opens up and long firework looking tendrils pop out. I like to call them magic bananas because they only live a few days, turn brown and then fall to the earth. Their beauty is magical, just to look up and see the happy spectacle, a peeled banana bursting with joy, reaching its little red arms up to the sun. I think we’re all a little like that, remaining tucked away within until something causes us to open up and release our joy, basking in the moment of happy before drifting down to ground ourselves again. They make me smile…and wonder….and someday I shall find out their real name. If you know what this is, please let me know. The tree is about two stories high and I’m told, only a few years old. Interesting….very interesting Watson.