The beautiful red skin of an apple that has just ripened in the orchard

Perfect without blemish

No worms have borrowed holes

Nor disease has taken over

Pleasing to the eye

Then the first bite is taken

The first taste always seems delicious

The second even sweeter

Each piece taken by small portions

Not thinking of every seed, every ray of sun

That has gone into making such sweet perfection

When all is done, the core remains

Hard, tasteless, left to rot

But yet still contains the seeds that were used to make the fruit

And can be used to make even more

But who then will take the time to plant the seed

Place it where it can be warmed by the sun

Nurture it with the sturdy soil

Give it water to quench its thirst

But… it’s easier to toss it away

Because there are always more apples.