There is a star inside my apple
I know it is hard to grapple
but if you cut it side to side
there is a star alone, no lie.
And in my star inside my apple
are sleepy little seeds
and in those seeds found in my star
are could-be apple trees.
Out in the ground, I will put my seeds
and an apple tree will grow
And in that tree soon will be apples,
red or gold with stars and seeds and apple trees
for people, birds, bears and bees,
For months, for years, for centuries
And on and on it goes you see
And on and on it goes.
Despite having quotes to hand, guidance of what to write and time- I find myself completely out of focus.
Distracted by every noise, sound and smell around me.