Cashews

When you think the trees are many
For varied barks and branches
There appears to be
Really, it’s just one root, one tree

The sweet nut when shelled
Is poison to life
When bare and soft
Is solace, energy to strive

The fruit is pure silk
Yellow, red, orange
Then a bite through the fibres
To taste all the rich milk

Even the name — cashews -
Are we talking about the nut, the fruit, or the tree?
But why separate
What is one and the same?

To confuse is to expand
To expand is to create
To create is to find
Space to grow