The pepper vines need strength to rise,
So the farmer sowed them by the tree.
Fed by one soil beneath the skies,
The vine embraced the palm explicitly.
The vine bore fruit in clustered chains,
While high above, the heavy coconuts swelled.
Ripening through the sun and rains,
A double bounty the farmer held.
Black gold dried in the midday heat,
White kernels pressed for fragrant oil.
From husk to shell, the work complete,
Two harvests gained from a single soil.
A handsome profit, greater far,
Than what a solitary crop could yield.
The vine’s dependence became a star,
As coexistence blessed the field.
So in our lives, distinct and true,
We borrow strength where we are weak.
Combined, we do what one can’t do,
And find the fortune that we seek.
