Bruised and Battered
I walk down the row of apple trees,
When something bright catches my eye.
I walk towards the item,
And discover that it is an apple,
Glimmering when the light hits it.
I bend over and gently pick up the apple,
Staring at its strong bright red color.
Its body is speckled with various bruises from the bumps on the way down,
But still the apple remained whole.
I notice a few holes in the apple,
They remind me of puncture wounds left by needles.
But still the apple stays strong,
Even as it was battered and bruised on its way down.
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