Falling Apples

We don't see the little things that happen...

An apple falls from the tree

But we do not care

For it is an apple

Nothing more nothing less

"For there are more"

We say

But is there really?

What happens if there are no more?

Minds like ours do not think

Our feet carry us on

To ignore nature's call for help

A bird's cry echoes

But we do not hear

Then many birds fall down

So now we fear

They fall like apples

So now we care

For it is a bird

Alive and breathing

"Now there are no more"

We say

What is going on here?

Why are these animals falling?

Our minds now think

For our feet are frozen

Now nature's plea for help has reached

But we cannot help

Reviews

[JaneFoxscale]

I really liked it. That's a great point and said it very well

[TheBubbleManiac]

Thank you very much!

[JaneFoxscale]

Of course! I really like your writing style too btw