Poet to the Core

Though lately I have no impulse to eat an apple

 I understand why people do so

For humans are built in a similar fashion

All different variations for different paths

one rolls down a hill and one stays by the tree

one may be sweet yet turn sour with time

one may be sour but preferred anyways

they have a core with is covered in the middle with seeds

our cores are filled with logic and sometimes confusion

our seeds are our thoughts that permeate into society

planting our impact and growing our trees full of blossoming fruit

the sunlight fosters growth for the apple and the mind of the Poet

the apples have a skin which can be bruised or nurtured and cared for

the inside can be used for good - or it can be rotten

apples can be very high up or right beside you

but when you find yourself shining one on your shirt

preparing for the first bite of the day

remind yourself - you have a life inside you

you have a life that you share on the outside

just promise me one thing

the apple - if taken far from the tree

will always remember which tree it came from

for you may travel for miles

but you are always who you are

to the very detailed and impressive core