A Melon

Self-sufficient in its rotund nest,
Happy, succulent, the melon,
Very much like the cat who rests
Undisturbed until his box is opened,

Prospers unperturbed, both
Old and young within its bowl,
An endless loop of growth
With no specific goal,

A fruity version of ouroborous
To whose embryo and ends
The species seems oblivious,
As nothing in its soul depends

On being seen or tasted,
On exactly having to shine,
Its purpose never wasted,
Its dream without design.

June 22nd, 2022
Kaiholu