THE SWEETEST FRUITS

'Spiritual Child'  by  Trish

 (The Wine of the fruit)



I was asked if I'd like an apple

From the very top of the tree.

Told 'that's where the sweetest are'.

At four, slight and light,

 I was as  a feather to lift
.

High, high in the air I whirled,

Then, reached up, up as far as far and,

Picked the shiniest, reddest apple.
Into juicy flesh bit  pearly teeth.
Juice flowed over a soft palate
Why then, the sharpest sting,
 from the sweetest fruit?'