Ah, the Orange, the fraternal fruit. 

Few have made sense of it, but most friendships follow suit.

Sweet, juicy, flesh partitioned in a thin membrane

Tightly packed, but somehow sane. 

The relationship between brothers, blood or not

is like this fruit, but it will never rot. 

The message of this, the very root,

is to hold close what makes you, just like the fraternal fruit.