Small Little Apple Poem by THE RED EYED FROG

Small little apple speeding towards the ground,
You died whithout sound,
Alone, unloved, untouched,

Your family was slaughtered,
Your sisters were eaten by the ravenous birds,
The people ate your brothers,

But small little apple,
You are the lucky one,
You dont know it but you've won,

Small little apple speeding towards the ground,
You land with a squelching thud,
Into the putrid mud.

Many months past
But suddenly you feel for a change,
To rise up, to see the world.

Small little apple,
You aren't small anymore
You are a tall apple tree

How about giving one to me?