Shell to seed

My love there is so much more to see, so much more to love and so much more to feel, piped the mango to its seed. The flippant wombling replied; I have seen all that there is and there was before, I am the core and there is nothing more! Oh but there is, the shell clucked. It realized it was time to rot and disintegrate, merge with the earth so to say. And so it did and let the seed drop, plop. For the first time the ignorant being, smelt the air from outside the skin, the pulp and all that makes a mango worthwhile. A pleasurable shiver ran down its spine, there was so much to see, to love and to feel, sprout out a tree and spin that wheel!