The apple of the mind starts small
A tiny bud without form
Flowering in the spring of our lives
Full of hopeful promise
Blooming
Summer sweet
Red and juicy
Or crunchy and full of bite
Some are windfalls
Cast aside
Before their time
Others become *****
Hidden maggots in the heart
Ripeness gently falls to autumn decay
We wither and we die
Returning to earth when we have cast our seeds
Leaving younger fruit to take our place
On the tree of life
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
The apple of the mind starts small
A tiny bud without form
Flowering in the spring of our lives
Full of hopeful promise
Blooming
Summer sweet
Red and juicy
Or crunchy and full of bite
Some are windfalls
Cast aside
Before their time
Others become *****
Hidden maggots in the heart
Ripeness gently falls to autumn decay
We wither and we die
Returning to earth when we have cast our seeds
Leaving younger fruit to take our place
On the tree of life
