Orange up on a tree

Once there was an orange on a tree
Waiting to be plucked by someone free
Orange was fat and juicy and strong
If it was alive, it would be the orange king

All came, saw and visualized
What would it feel to eat it raw
Or cook it up in a dish
The taste, the smell and the view made them salivate

But it was high up on the tree
Climbing up and plucking was a daunting task
Which was a major deterrent for all
Dreaming was easy but plucking it was painful

Then came one person
I don’t know what was his origin
He might be black, he might be white
To clarify the colour of the skin is not the point

He declared to all that orange was his
He will pluck and eat it raw
He would think of some strategy to climb up
And get it for himself

Locating the goal is the first step
To reach the goal is the ultimate path
Think of a path, think of a strategy
Think of something to get it right

He sat and waited and thought
Normal means was out of the question
No ladder, no rope, nothing will help
What would he do to reach his claim?

He thought of this, he thought of that
Till he could think of no more
He was all alone and tired of his wits
He was smart but he was in little bits

One day, came a smart person
Again his skin colour is not the point
He advised, why don’t we use a pulley
To climb up this slippery trunk

“Pulley, yes pulley is a good option”
Said the original crusader
“In the end we will both divide the share”
So where it was one, now it became two!

They went to a carpenter
To learn how to make a pulley
“He asked them why do want one?”
“Oh we will climb up the tree and get one each for our self.”

“In that case I will join you and we three will get the claim.”
“Oh yes!” agreed both the crusader and the smart one.
So the tree went on to make a pulley.
So the crusader, the smart and the carpenter went to get their holy grail.

Day and night, they worked for two days
Tied a rope to a rock and threw it successfully round the branch
The crusader went up, pulled by the carpenter, the smart and the bouncer
They all hoisted the proud crusader

The crusader reached the top
What he saw amazed him
The orange had a kingdom of its own
Each and every fat like it

All had a good proper meal
Some had raw, some had it with fish
In the end
It was feast for everyone