Brazil

Coconuts hold true a secret
Known to one who has the key
To unlock their ripe potential,
To look and really see

What lies so within, a crust,
Whose outer form is firm,
To relish in the succulence
Of flesh, and juice so warm.

How it is a sun can pelt
It’s rays through such a mask,
Is oftentimes beyond a Man
Who lives solely in the dark.

But fear not, for, as though we might
Be slow to realise the truth,
The outward gleaming of a soul
Is rest assured eternal youth.