This is Me

The Apple Tree

The Apple Tree,

leaves dancing in the wind, 

roots gripping the Earth,

holding it together,

branches swinging to assist its dancing partners.

Red, green, yellow,

dot the apple trees.

But this special tree

had only one apple left.

And below its branches were

two young children

Men? Woman? Girls? Boys? 

Ladies, Gentlemen, 

I do not know.

But both children,

wished to reach the apple.

A quite beautiful apple,

and they had been told by a friend

about this apple tree.

And so they fought for ladders and ropes and branches and

may have thrown in a few punches and kicks too.

They reached and cried 

and stood on their tippy-toes,

and knew not what they were missing.

Hours, days, weeks, years,

Time does not wait for them.

And while they bickered and fought over this apple,

they began to grow apart.

The apple, on the other hand, was too old to be beautiful in their eyes.

And as they grew older,

the children forgot about its existence.

Until one day, when the apple grew weak,

and feel softly onto the bush beneath it. 

But now, no one wanted the apple from the tree.

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So um yeah. This its been three months since I have posted anything, and when i logged onto the account there was this half-written poem saved as a draft. I apologize if this poem did not meet your expectations or if the ending was not as u had expected it to be. But that is what makes it special, right?

Anyway, thank you so much for reading this, it really does mean a lot to me.

I guess I'm back/

Yayyyyyy!