The Red Apple Poem by James Green

The parrot pecked on the little Red apple,
As he wondered on, how tasted the sugar of maple?
He thought if it would as precious and sweet,
But was sure, its taste would make him tweet.
Swallowed the apple, the little Green parrot,
Years old, yet smaller than a ferret.
He flew as high as he could, and again, perched
On a tree branch and for another Red apple, he solemnly searched.

As the parrot pecked on another apple, the moon shone high,
Underneath it, the mighty eagle did fly.
The parrot too wished to fly above,
Yet he knew, destined he was to fly next to the dove,
The parrot jumped around for a better view,
As the eagle, around the moon beautifully flew.
The parrot asked itself, “Am I too meant to fly high? ”
“No Green parrot, you are meant to enjoy me”, the Red apple did sigh.

His wings cracked as he snapped them hard;
The apple stuck to his leg, its stalk deformed,
He flapped his wings harder to let loose the little Red apple,
And as he flew higher, the apple in the water made a ripple.
He knew others would come to pull him back, like the sparrow,
Yet he was sure, he would stop only at the touch of an arrow.
He rose higher, flapping his wings harder,
Yet the mighty eagle, from him was farer.

His wings were sore, cold and numb,
His voice gone, unable to tweet, he was so gracefully dumb,
He looked around, hoping to find himself a mate,
But not to ask for help as others would dictate,
But to search for another duck, sparrow or parrots like him,
Who in an ocean of clouds dared to swim?
But there was none like him- as fast as the whisper of the song,
None so admirably weak, none so pathetically strong.

He could see a sparrow far below,
While high above the eagle did bellow,
How far he was from the eagle, he wondered?
“Closer than you think”, his heart said; bewildered,
He wondered how much longer and if it was worth it all?
(No doll maker stops at the face of the doll)
He wondered what would happen if he gave away,
Then he was sure, that he would never let himself see another light ray.

As to fly above the eagle, was his ultimate desire,
This desire was burning in his heart as an unstoppable fire.
The fire warmed his hard and cold limbs,
Yet to his help came none of the Jinn’s.
Every single time he almost gave up,
He told himself, fighting in his throat the huge lump-
“If I give up, it shall forever be my greatest loss,
As forever I shall forget how close to success I was”

Finally the moon could see the parrot flap his wings next to the eagle,
Soon higher than the eagle he rose, higher than, could see the little seagull,
Down looked the Green parrot and could no longer see the Red apple,
Higher he was than all the sweet trees of maple.
Down looked the parrot and could no longer see his moon,
In its place stood a beautiful red boon,
So beautiful it looked without a stalk,
“You came so swift”, said the moon-the Red apple,
“See I told you, that you were always meant to enjoy me, up here or down there” said the moon; the Red apple.