An Apple Falls From A Tree Poem by Cathy Shao

Of all the wild things
From my dream
This is the closest
To reality
An apple falls from a tree

From the leaf
You can see
The fruit was
A flower
Who tried her best to attract a bee
While others were busy with their lives
Not to be free
Or for glee

The bee didn't mind
The flower had a white pale face
Her inside was sweet

She was changed by the bee
When a new day got its pace
She couldn't wait to get her red coat and flee

Finally
She left the tree