The Apple

Smooth and hard like flawless glass
With an aura of the tree that bore this fruit
Cold and shiny like a mirrored wall
With an elegance, only she can execute

It is too perfect to be eaten
There is no rot or hole to be seen
Standing proudly on the windowsill
The apple acting queen

The sun shines on this object of desire
Its brilliance will never cease
Away from the chaos of this world
Living in its own peace

Smooth and hard like flawless glass
With an aura of the tree that bore this fruit
Cold and shiny like a mirrored wall
With an elegance, only she can execute