Ode to Apples

Apples, Apples

What draws the apple to my eye

The one that strains the branch so high

Or one small brown beside my feet

Fallen for the worms to eat.

Apples seldom face regret

Only having seeds to bet

Progeny is left to chance

With winter's close and spring's advance.

Apples red and apples green

And every color in between

All apples face the final test

And so must meet their final rest.

They plump the sky with bird and bee

Fulfilling earthly harmony

What draws the apple to my eye

Of course,

They populate my pie.