Before me stands an Apple tree,
Sturdy and tall, yet withered,
It's fruit still sweet,
Taking for granted it's delicacy's,
I finally realize, and try to reach,
But the tree has grown far too weak,
And as I attempt to grab one apple,
The tree's roots rip out,
The precious fruit shrivels,
And I stare at the lifeless tree,
Knowing it is now to late for me,
In a flash they disapeared, the delicacy's,
It is now gone, the opportunity,
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