The Great Big Apple Tree

Dear Great Big Apple Tree,

It pulls in every direction

The force so powerful, but only one sided

Wishing it could disappear

But only gets stronger with thoughts

Time ticks away slowly,

as the apple grows in the fields of loving sorrow

The apple’s love for the tree

grows like weeds on a neglected tomb

Depending all its nutrients

From the tall narrow stump,

Slowly the branch begins to cave in

The weight of the apple has become too heavy to hold

The tree branch snaps unable to give

The crispy honey apple has no control

But knows it’s fate and gives into the demands

The apple smashes and breaks

Because it believed the tree could hold her this time.

Laying on the ground helpless

Begging for a bird to pick up her seeds

So this process wouldn’t reoccur

As the apple floats away in the white dove’s mouth

It realizes how small the tree was.

Finally, she thinks

“I won’t fall another moment into your gravity.”

Love, Apple Seed