Apples sit on branches
all the time that has prospered from the growth that one apple
has been the small window of an unattainable span of seconds and minutes and hours
that has shown the leaves to dance with the wind
the branch to bow
and the roots to grow
the apple ripens into a sharp stain of satin red
to paint the tree with a new color
to illustrate a new beginning
the apple grows heavy
falls
and splatters the ground with love
the grass learns to reach for the sun
the bird grasps the concept of flight
the worm slithers unbothered
but the apple splays the pigment of its love everywhere
the seeds plant
another tree grows
and more apples sit on branches
teaching the leaves to dance with the wind
the branch to bow
and the roots to grow