Wild berrries...

Lying in the mud,
an unknown colour,
an unknown flavour,
they were never discovered,
a few did try,
it was a lethal experience.

Never felt the love,
never tamed,
never named.

In the most remote corner,
in the most remote of places,
are extraordinary,
probably have ordinary faces.

The fruit,
the essence,
no one tried to extract,
it was just made for this track.

The living souls,
the un-living beings,
these types are wild,
these types are lethal,
they are the wild berries.

Picture from the net - ( http://www.writingupastorm.com/.a/6a01156fd16a08970c0120a5d5a139970b-800wi )