unenglishable

here there is a single tree maybe an apple tree in the cold loneliness of the world.on sunny days, awkward souls stretch and yawn, and hobble awkwardly;hungry hands reach for the sky, reaching for something, pushing clouds carelessly aside.they all want their fruit; something they can cram into their greedy mouths, but I,I am contentwith the shade of the tree, the shadows cast that embrace me on a hot day,the sound of the wind as it whistles on through brittle branches and delicate leavesthe warm, sparkling shine of the sunlight as it twirls with the motion of your hair as you reach out your hand to the highest branch for an apple,ruby-red