Standing in the summer rain
his green apples falling
like a burden of grieving pain
I asked him how he feels
never leaving this place
where his fruits were born in vain
He stood there sheltering me
and after a long deep thought he said
that this were the way to be an apple tree
His blessing poured down on me
I felt roots growing
into the earth, holding me
Nourished I thanked and left
Had I been an unwitting thief?
My mind was heavy with pondering
while my heart in awe was wondering
On my way home it dawned on me
that I didn't know what it means to be me