Apple Orchard
The beautiful red skin of an apple that has just ripened in the orchard
Perfect without blemish
No worms have borrowed holes
Nor disease has taken over
Pleasing to the eye
Then the first bite is taken
The first taste always seems delicious
The second even sweeter
Each piece taken by small portions
Not thinking of every seed, every ray of sun
That has gone into making such sweet perfection
When all is done, the core remains
Hard, tasteless, left to rot
But yet still contains the seeds that were used to make the fruit
And can be used to make even more
But who then will take the time to plant the seed
Place it where it can be warmed by the sun
Nurture it with the sturdy soil
Give it water to quench its thirst
But… it’s easier to toss it away
Because there are always more apples.