An under-developed apple; in simple rhyme born, hurt and scorn fallen, and landed on earth
Birth
Seasons ate away, at once recognizable form; until darkness claimed it`s berth
Death
Through decomposition, a re-composition of old composition, poetic core found new worth
Growth
Three, three, three
The mental imagery, that comes with this symmetry
Reveals that which created the new apple, to shine so happily
The darkness and light
Are both part of life, and both give insight
Words reveal what is pure, true, and right
The seeds of the Big Apple, and around this spherical tree
Home to all humanity, all seeds are free
To be critical, or just being happy as can be!
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
