Girls are like apples on trees,
The best ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for the good ones
Because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they get the rotten apples from the ground
That aren't as good but easy.
So the apples up top think something is wrong with them in
Reality they are amazing.
They just have to wait for the right boy to come
Along....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I never thought of it that way. It's a very good analogy to how some people relatoinship wise operate from day to day.