a poem from another world

There once was a tree,
that stood tall and strong,
but everything always seemed to go wrong.
One day he grew apples,
grafted, no seeds,
and now as he grows, the tall tree must lead.

There once was an apple,
bright red and round,
not one bruise or dark seed to be found.
One day the townspeople came,
growling and grim,
and the most perfect apple was snatched from her limb.

There once was an apple,
seedy and worm-bored,
nibbled by insects until he was a core.
One day the tree shook,
through the wind and the rain,
and the apple fell far from the tree, with disdain.

Insectera Book Two: Matters of the Heart, coming... eventually.

© 2022 Rychard Collins