The life of an apple

The life of an apple

From the time its born on the tree

Until it's picked by me

It had its own life you see,

The mother tree is like Earth to me

Hanging out the brother apples and me

The older relatives lie below a few feet

We reach adult hood and break away

After receiving all the we can

Then we fall off to start our own things

Some dream of supermarkets

Some dream of palaces on islands

While I want to be like my mother

A Loving tree growing forever

giving life to others