Where sunbeams weave through emerald leaves,
Lies a fruit, curved like a crescent moon,
Nature's whimsical offering, the banana.
Yellow jacket hides a creamy heart,
A sweet promise wrapped in a tender peel.
From ancient soils it draws its vigor,
To nourish and delight, a humble marvel.
From market stalls to childhood hands,
Its presence transcends, a familiar friend.
Smooth texture upon eager lips,
A taste of sunshine, in every bite.
In recipes old as whispered tales,
It bends to pastry, or graces the grill.
Or simply, in solitude, pure and unadorned.
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Isra
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