FRUIT

From the outside it looked so smooth and perfect. It was firm and shiny, not a scratch or bruise could be found. It was round and you could tell by looking at it that the inside was juicy and sweet. It looked so tempting and pleasant that it made your mouth water just to think about it. But, that was from the outside. The core was turning brown and soft. The seeds were surrounded by the beginnings of something dark and unpleasant. It still looked like beautiful, tasty fruit, but it was turning to mush. Without being harvested or preserved, this fruit would soon become a handful of fermenting trash.

Was it bumped around, neglected or never watered? Probably not, but by its own existence decay and germs that are carried on the wind, have found their way into this fruit by their own nature and temptation. Without knowing what their roles in this world are, they have captured the sweetness and perfection of this fruit and have begun to work their way through. In time, what is left of it will be what you see captured in a painting and enjoyed no more.