Which Color? 2

To be fit for display on the Tree of Knowledge A fruit's skin must rouse you, yet signal danger A certain jungle fruit would never make the grade More enticing to monkeys than to temptresses A handle to be grabbed and held while eaten An ingratiating scent, a slippery smooth heart Simulacrum of cream that doesn't cloy the guts Shaped to fit the mouth, made to be stripped Of the clown suit it dyed to ape the sun's aura While a Greek fruit in the same sun-struck hue Shouts its pride that it grew directly exposed As it shimmers inside and teems with radiance Changed to a smell that assaults the nose brightly Elsewhere certain lawn and woodland flowers With milky sap managing to keep thin stems erect Raise bright crowns to smile back at the sun And surprise children when held beneath the chin A trick to reveal something rich and fine within