The Song

I thought of an apple once It was only in my mind.

But, my mind’s sensation did help me to find.

I ate the lovely apple and threw the core away.

It’s seeds fell to the earth to grow another day.

The seeds grew from the warmth of the soil and the rain.

They pushed the earth above and an apple tree became.

It grew each day and year awaiting to bear its fruits.

It withstood all the winds with it’s firmly planted roots.

The sweet blossoms waited for a bee to come along

and fertilize with pollen in Mother Nature’s song.

Mother Nature sings to us in everything we eat.

Always give her credit for her fruits so sweet.
Stanley Victor Paskavich