He wanted to be…
OK, he was an Apple
He was red, and green, and yellow, and even white,
As apples come.
He was this juicy thing you could eat right away
He had things of his own he could’ve been happy with
Yet he wasn’t because
He always wanted to be an Orange.
To him, the Oranges were all that he could wish for,
How they grew, and laughed,
It looked so infectiously simple how they did things,
Including drinking –
It seemed intoxication and consequences came to them effortlessly.
He could sell his core to be like them
And he tried to do so.
It took him many falls and been kicked around,
Dark spots and pinches off his red, and green, and yellow skin
To the point white was all gone, or so it seemed
Until one day he learned something –
He will always be an Apple
Because his body was thought through and made in a different way
Selling his core brought no desired fruits, pardon the pun
And when that dawned on him,
He cried, yet the sun failed not to keep shining on him
And the dew still looked beautiful in the waking up grass.
It took much time, enough to feel like eternity,
To find peace with that realization.
Then one day, it all became clear to him –
He could look so many ways,
Feel so much different being alive instead of jealous.
And he also found there were many other Apples to talk to
Which he didn’t cared to do for a long time,
Lost in his resentment.
Next day was very red, and green, and yellow, and even white,
And so many colors he didn’t know existed.
There was much time to grow and enjoy them all
And he kept on doing so
Effortless one day, with some strain another
Yet drinking over that he didn’t need to anymore.
the image was copied from https://retouch.ca/portfolio/apple-orange-retouching/ thank you.
thank you to Russ for the idea.