There are things that move through the world without asking permission. Things that rise without force, multiply without strain, and land exactly where they are meant to be. The coconut is one of them.
It starts high, held by the tree that’s been standing long before it was born. When the time is right, it drops. Not a moment too soon, not a second too late. It knows the fall isn’t the end; it’s just momentum.
If the ground is fertile, it takes root. If the current calls, it floats. No resistance. No fear. It moves because it was designed to. It lands because it always does.
Inside, it holds wealth in every form. The water moves through the body like liquidity through the market. The flesh sustains, proving real value is in what lasts, not what flashes. The oil coats and protects, a natural preserver of riches. Nothing wasted. Everything accounted for.
It does not beg to be cracked open. It does not explain itself. It does not rush its process. Yet, it is always consumed. Always sought after. Always in demand.
Some things cannot be held back. Some things will always circulate, always be valued, always replenish faster than they are spent.
Some things are designed to rise…not loudly, not suddenly, but inevitably.
