a child sits
below an apple tree
playing in the dirt
compleatly unaware of the fruits above him.

a young boy sits
below an apple tree
playing in the dirt
unaware that he is not a child any more.

a boy sits,
below an apple tree
whispering secrets to his friends
that dont quite make sense;
but they will believe them anyway.

a young man stands,
at the base of an apple tree
grasping the concept 
that the fruits will soon be withen his reach.
clinging to the storys hes heard about them.

a man stands,
and reaches up to pick an apple.
holding it in his hand,
he looks back at the past, 
when he looked forward to this moment
and even before he knew this moment would come.
this fruit he has waited his entire life for,
that was once what seemed like miles above his head,
in his hand.
hesitating, he takes a bite;
it tastes strangely familar
but at the same time compleatly unknown;
as it feels ten miles above him.
but in his hands at the same time.