Her life
begins as a bud in the Spring,
A tiny,
pink, and delicate thing.
Shyly and
slowly, she starts to open,
Just one
more promise nature has hope in.
The sun
shines down upon her face,
Warming her
petals with a golden embrace.
The bud
lifts free the rest of her cover,
And becomes
a bloom, vibrant with color.
She has
many companions,
Pink and
white and lovely,
Together
they wave in the breeze as champions,
Gracing the
bough of their mother tree.
And indeed,
champions they be,
They have a
miraculous destiny:
To blossom
and grow and become
The next
generation of the apple kingdom.
Their
flowers fade and wilt away,
What's left
is a small green thing.
No longer
do they smell so sweet,
But this is
only the beginning...
Throughout
the Summer days,
They grow
and start to change.
The
previous little bud follows her sisters' ways,
And what
happens in quite strange:
Her dark
green flesh
Turns pink as the leaves start to fall,
First
begins to pale then brighten,
Then swells
and darkens, the last stage of all.
Now she is
a dark, red apple,
Perfect in
every way.
She is
round and rosy and sweet,
And then
one day...
She says
farewell to her sisters,
Then lets
go of her stem.
Through the
crisp, Autumn air she falls,
Sadly, yet
determinedly, she leaves them.
Landing
upon soft, rich soil,
She lies
content, awaiting her fate.
Over the
days, her time draws near,
And she
rejoices at the end of her wait.
For a hand
reaches down
And takes
her inside,
She knows
she's been found,
And great
is her pride.
Because now
she has finished her duty
To feed
those who harvest.
Now this
red, blushing beauty
May come to
a rest.
As she is
washed and cut,
And Laid
in the dough of a pie,
She is glad
to have fulfilled and acknowledged
Her purpose
and calling from On High.
© Hannah Scarlett 2011
