Some think that life is like an apple.
It is first soft green,
new, but sour with alternative bites.
Then slowly it warms to sweeter red, summer’s hope.
Then wind tumbles, rain pours, cold seeps in, and warmth finds home;
time has passed and it has aged,
browned with experience and endurance.
And when all is due, it dies away,
leaving behind only the unseen elements from within.
From which the next generation feed from, and all that surrounds.
You reap what you sow,