The Tree Spoke to Me

The tree spoke to me,

Her voice tender and weightless,

Her words wise, and ageless:

                                

“The apple does not fall far from me,

But the seeds will travel far away,

Away from me,

I will miss them when they are gone,

I wish they could stay,

Stay with me,

I know they can’t, I know they won’t,

But that doesn’t stop me holding on,

Don’t you see?

The apple is part of me,

And always will be,

You see? You see?”

I looked far and wide,

I looked high and low,

In the Garden of Eden.

But I found no apples, no seeds,

Just a field full of dark, disfigured and lonely weeds.