Professor English
English 1102
19 September 2012
Ode to a Cherry
What’s better to chill out a hot summer’s day than something sweet and cool? No, I am not talking about a Popsicle. I am not talking about an ice cream cone, either. I am not even talking about iced tea or lemonade. It is something better than all of those, and it doesn’t even have all the sneaky calories of those other tasty treats! The answer to the question is simple. Have you guessed it? It is a cherry.
Upon first sight, a cherry doesn’t seem special. It is just a small piece of fruit, hardly even worth noticing. It is not dripping with juice at all, and it doesn’t seem to have the potential to do so. You would probably even pass over it on first glance, thinking that it is nothing special. At a second glance, however, something about it appears more desirable. The skin is pleasantly tight on the surface, promising something to die for underneath, puckering into a round little “O” at the stem. It is cold and hard, but silky at the same time. The color ranges from brightest blood red to deepest dark maroon depending on where you look and what angle you choose to see it from. The light glances off the skin, leaving the fruit with a delicate, glowing shine making my skin on my palm seem lifeless. It is almost like seeing a miniature version of the apple in the Garden of Eden; no wonder Eve was so attracted to eating it. The stem of the cherry thickens slightly as it approaches the fruit. Perched at the top of this slender stem is a single, small, bright green leaf that seems to be standing at attention. The stem breaks free of its puckered setting easily, ruining the erectness of the leaf. With a barely audible popping sound, stem and leaf are on their way to the ground, fluttering like a tiny loose sail on some lost sailboat out at sea and sinking like an unattached mast. It hits the ground gently, and is forgotten immediately in anticipation of the first delightful bite. Right