Apple and Pear Falling

The apple fell down,

Almost with disdain.

The world was so new,

And almost empty.

The apple, the poor apple,

Destined to a future of

Sin and infamy.

The lonely, red, apple.

The pear wondered, why

Wasn’t she chosen?

She also had curves, and

Her taste could be even sweeter.

But the apple’s story was

Already written, since before

It fell down. The apple was

Cast, and played her part.

The apple and the pear,

Still in the tree, wonder.

Who will pick them up,

When they fall.