Saturday, October 30, 2010

Too Far From The Tree

One apple strayed from humble trees,
And never came to grips with its roots.

But he did become educated and polished.
Soon married then spoiled his seed.

Both seed and apple were oblivious
To how nutritious one's life could be.

Without sips of cider, a Georgia Peach.
Success, more money and honey.

From busy bees, one pesky fly
With not a bushel of morals or pride.

Forgotten was a wonderful flower,
Sweet as pie within a home.

Then two trees died from pesticides,
And the stock market crashed.

That made the apple sour and dry,
And no longer shiny to one's eye.

For he lost his flower then all his power,
To the seed who caught the fly.