Thought I was this amazing red being

Hanging around, acting cool and  swaying with the wind.

I grew and grew to the  best I could be

to all would say “ look at him, he is what we need to be.”

When the time came I fell to the green.

My family and friends cried cause I was no longer to be seen.

As I lay on the ground , I could see for the very first time,

The tall tree, its branches, leaves , my brothers and sisters and the connection I had left behind.

As I lay there,

Wondering was this my destiny, to become ripe for the picking and fall onto the green?

A bird flew down and took a piece of me.

I felt no pain as I became a part of this bird.

Then a ground worm took a piece too.

And soon, what I had claimed to be this mighty red fruit called “me”,

was all gone and not to be seen.

Except the seed that now lay alone.

Is this really me, tasteless and ugly within? 

I thought and analyzed. 

Time passed in this state of analysis.

Then came the rains the sun the wind and the earth, breaking this last piece of so called Me.

Was this the end finally ?

And as they tore open the shell of the seed, 

I was finally free.

And I danced with the sun, 

And I danced with the wind, And the water and the earth dear. 

And when the dance had ended, 

I saw my self in the reflection of the water, 

I had become a small Apple tree, 

A little away from the one that I had fallen from. 

As I grew, 

I grew the roots the shoots the leaves and finally the fruit with a seed within.

So who am I? 

The tree, the shoot, the fruit, leaves, roots, sun, wind, air, water or the seed..

I heard a voice say: 

I am all what my Dhi choses on be’ing.