The apple high in the apple tree
was always looking down –
way down, even past the green leaves
all the way to the ground.
It watched the strawberry plant below
and those who paused their haste –
to take handfuls of the red berry
and enjoy the sweet taste.
“Everybody likes strawberries.
I wish I were one,” it moaned.
“Better than a silly old apple,”
it pouted and groaned.
It noticed a bird perched nearby
and asked, “will you help me?”
The bird had nothing better to do
and it set the apple free.
The apple’s fall was not pleasant
as it bumped and thumped down –
till it rested by the strawberry plant
with bruises all around.
“Now, someone will think I’m a tasty strawberry
and enjoy me today.”
But the farmer said, “Now there can’t be any pie,”
And threw the apple away.
If the apple would have been an apple
instead of wanting to be something it was not –
perhaps it would have been happier
and fulfil its purpose and not be left to rot.
If you choose to compare yourself and
wish you were someone new –
remember, there is a job that can
only be done by you.
And who knows, but it’s possible,
that the one you compare yourself to –
may just be wishing deep down
that she was just like you!