The tree and the watermelon

As a watermelon On the Earth Rooted, not strong Kissing burning dirt While to me the tall tree beared no shade Stood by me with no shame Not one leaf above me And that hunger for the weak For the sweet Came trailing in tin To hunt And I the runt No climbing his trunk to get on His fruit on his branches where the only No space for the watermelon Pouring mouths carry me away Slice me up for their childrens Poor tree gets cut down Pounded to paper napkins To clean me off the lips of her Apple doesn't fall far from the tree but watermelons don't get far either