Onewingedjeeby

Is it wrong to take the golden apple? To reach up with my hesitating roots, Pluck't and turn perfection into dapple. Dulling your golden shine with dirty soot.Sitting upon that tree I desire, The colorful buds rustle about you. My roots are extending like wild fire. Oh, the fear I feel- if only you knew.But why feel fear when it is not needed? Am I not part of that ever grow'n tree? There're no warnings that need to be heeded When all that matters is just you and me.At some point, when the golden apple falls The lowly root will matter most of all.