2011 - Day 170

Infertile apple
Falls off the tree,
Hoping it's seeds grow and blossom,
Patiently waits
Autumn nights flicker by,
Drying up, on the verge of half-rotten.
Others have fallen
Burrow the ground,
Rich soil develops more fruit,
The sad apple watches,
Their gain to his losses,
Just wanted to join Life's pursuit-
To plug into nature
Connect with his roots,
Instead got the harshest of boots.
Leather faced, will die alone,
Never truly had a home.