The Apple Poem
"Apples aren't rare but they are a treat
Tasty, some bitter, some tart and some sweet,
Sometimes an apple can come in a guise
A delivered package, an inspiring prize
Apples can be in the form of a kiss,
A rarity found through venom and hiss
An apple can come in the form of a hug
Like the arms of an angel from heaven above
Apples come in many sizes and shapes,
Their variety speaks to all manners of taste
Wonders and magic can sometimes transpire,
When apples are used as magical attire
But apples are most tasty when properly used
For apples you see are seldomly fused
Inside of an apple, though secret and sound
Is the shape of a star that is brilliant and round
It's seeds in the center should give you a clue
It's the seeds of the future, like seeds that are you
Brilliant and shiny,
Not just specs of dust
Resilient and strong
Meaning bendy, not tough
But if apples were truly like me and like you
Then maybe we'd realize, get natures clue
The clue is there is brilliance, seemingly rare
Inside there's a brilliance that can not be made bare
You see to see inside the apple you must cut in two
And to see inside me you must first see inside you."