My Little Boy Was An Apple Tree

My little boy is an apple tree
A seed in myself, and also in the ground
Newborn, he needed extra care
Fresh dirt and plenty of water
But he didn't stay that way
Was teased by the other kids
Learned their nasty words
The mean one tore his limb

He grew up and tried to live
Made some pretty apples
But they were taken away
Life's poisons and corruptions
Rotted some from within
Evil crowds with sharp beaks
They pecked others to the core

He still grew them though
Every year he did
Tried to please his bosses
With generous hard work
But they never praised him
Not even a little bit
They took away his shiny apples
And said they were their own
As they grew dull and tasteless
They were given back to him
To merely rot at his feet

At an old age he began to wither
And then started to fade
But still he grew his apples
As shiny as can be
Gave them away to all the children
Who sat upon his dirty roots
And stroked his brittle leaves
No matter how his looks turned
They saw his inner beauty
It came out in his shiny apples
And became their greatest treasure

To this day I remember him
The best little tree out there
Even after he toppled over
And rotted
He was my favorite little man
But how the world mistreated him
Turned his beauty into dismay
And cut off his great roots
But I can still recall his early smile
And I can still remember him
As my little one
My little boy was an apple tree