A little Toddler Apple
28/03/2003
a little toddler apple,
falling from a tree,
it's let go of the branch
and now it's feeling free
sun ripe on its skin
and dewy air to comfort
it's journey through the air
to new life of some sort
above the birds are calling
their songs carry across the sky
bring smiles to many hearts
and the apple on its way
as the apple falls still further
a silence stills the mind
the moment free form bother
and worry of any kind
A cycle has begun
moving through the changes
each and every moment
are one of these full stages
An exitement rushing through
the fruit's tiny soul
in time with its new growing
as it draws toward its goal
for many a death is loss
and certainly confusion
they just see a falling apple
in their own illusion
the thought of what's to come
an end, death, oblivion
covers the eyes and blocks the sun
no sight of their vision
that when the sun it drops
beneath the wide horizon
it hasn't dissapeared
again it'll soon be rising
like creative seeds of change
within our tiny apple
will be spread into the earth
a new birth will happen
with bird calls and the sun
both growing and changing together
calling out in unison
through seasons, air and weather
to warm the ears of listeners
and remind our little friend
that in all is beauty
and not to fear the end