Banana

The moment remains, in Banana’s estimation, for humanity to grasp the delicate power of ripening so natural to those for which the process is involuntary. Banana has borne witness to the struggle inherent in growth and the letting go of youthful identifiers. Is there no pride in progression, Banana wonders. No desire to for maturation? Hesitation exists only to those whose cognition permits it. Banana has no choice but to rise, ripen, rot, and return to the earth. So unto all of us, Banana.