That critic is called...

"Negative Nancy"

"We can all sit down at one table and order different dishes"

I’m in fact a black and white dancer
A happy see you later

The wave that waves back

My heart is what tampers my parts

How can it be?
A thousand words from the earth
under me.

I sprouted from an apple tree.

I've been growing,

flowing with the wind.

Silly me who thinks about the humanity
while I have plans to be

I'll sit under the apple tree
but I won't leave.

This giving tree
sells me apples for free.

My generosity has me smiling at ease
so please Mr. apple tree,
I'd like to grow with they

Apples don't fall far from the trees.
I love the green inside of me,