The Apple on that Tree

I am onto that tree
I am the color of red
That infuriates me …
I am a lover never a hater

I am on the tree …
Being held by gravity
Where you can’t touch me
Am free to do what I please

I am onto that tree …
Am that apple on that tree
You can’t disturb me …
Because God with me

I am onto that tree …
Did I have enough of you? I had to pause!
As you made me crack like a broken dish
You go to the beach, change onto a fish

You got to run away
Take those waves
Swim away …
You will become one’s dinner

It is not my wish
It was He …
Telling you this
You should had be nice

You had to think twice
You just had to be nice
You should had never fight
Is only right to serve and be nice

Why are you in fear?
Because you feel God went away?
If you want Him back, as you mocked at Him
Do not mock Him again, be nice instead

It is only right …
To pray and seek Him
Do not wake up mad
Are you sad with your dad?

Pack your dirty cloths … Take it to the laundry Onto the laundromat … stop talking dirty Because flies get into your mouth …
Stay together with peace throw out the bags

Take peace
Stay at ease
Be nice …
Be neat

I am gravity …
I am this apple …
I am fallen fast from my tree
Because the center of the Earth tells me

I am a woman of science …
I do not like to debate …
I leave it to the politicians …
I can argue the Earth is round, with gravity in it

The Earth revolves around the sun
The Earth is not flat but, round
It is a fact is oblate spheroid
Bulging out at the equator

Why I may talk …
Is due to rotation
As gravity pulls …
Towards the center

Talking about more of gravity
Is the mass pulling itself …
Towards a center point of the planets
To meet its bride, rotational pull

I am on that tree …
Perhaps colors of red, green
And/or purple to me …
Which one do you prefer

Throw me a rock?
Yea, throw me a rock
… I had to pause
Toss a can of paint color to me, an unknown color

I prefer to remain on that tree
Admired not eaten nor cursed at me
Am being held by gravity and my God
Both friends to me until the day it comes

I will still have seeds
To make more of me
You may say it’s a trick
Halloween is coming …

It’ll be Saturday October 31, 2026
I’ve my ghost wreath … posted on my front door
My two witch hats and pumpkins too …
I left Santa a note to bring me goodies
… not to eat but to treat me, the few kids
… in my block

I am this apple on that tree …
I grow on trees called deciduous fruit trees
Of the family that belongs to Rosacea and Malus Too … as I go to sleep all day and night

I wake up rested until the two legged man
Grabs all of me first with its hand
Them poking and eating me
Without giving me a wash nor a chance
… to be me

In Halloween the children laughs at me …
As their parents tell them now you can eat me
A treat from this tree … as was me
I know, you can’t hear me as I scream

Please don’t eat me
Just admire me …
More of me you can make
From the seeds God made me

It is now a goodbye
Until I see you again
Hope you follow me
As I dream more of me?

Yes … yes… yes
God is with me …
He could be with you too
Love Him … love Him
… To the end! Amen

Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet

For You