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.