When it was new and green
The walnut’s husk stained my hand
I handled it very carefully
The husk dried and turned black
There was little about it to attract me
I left it on the ground
I peeled the rotten husk away
Within I found the precious nut
I smiled at new treasure
The shell was rough and hard
With the pleasure locked inside
I had to break it
When it was new and green
Love…
