Apple Tree in the Garden

Tue, 07/10/2018 - 15:14 -- Miishii

My English class taught me well.
The walls begin to close in,
But "Oh," the teacher says,
"It doesn't have to be that way.
Think beyond the literal."
She's right.

Because the color green isn't simply green,
It is the color of the trees surrounding me,
The color of the dewy grass on an early spring morning.
The color of the pine trees exposed above the fog.
The color of life, renewal, nature.
It could be the emerald shades adorning your garden,
Where your apple tree blossoms,
And the temptation for a scarlet apple swells.
You can't resist the spell.
You take a bite of the apple because you might as well.

After a bite,
The clouds begin to fade,
The flowers in your garden greet the sun
With open arms and open hearts, unafraid
they begin to hum.

As you sit in your garden,
Chewing on the rest of your apple,
Your knowledge begins to harden.
You realize that numbers are not only numbers.
Colors are not only colors.
Objects are not only objects.
Actions are not only actions.
There is meaning to all.

Everything is a symbol,
A twinkle of life,
Sitting there,
Be it in art, literature, or life.
Everything is more than it appears,
If one dares to look deep enough.

What a lovely thing that one could find beauty in all.

Beauty comes in all forms,
From thorns to storms.
It can awaken in desolation,
Arise in exultation,
and ferment in indignation,
but it is beauty nonetheless.

 

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