Just_a_writer

I lay in the grass,

Staring into the big blue sky,

And wonder,

Why is the sky blue?

Why is the grass green?

I'm in my classes,

Listening to the teacher,

Wondering,

It's a tree,

A plain old Apple tree,

So why does it mean so much to me?

The apples aren't normal, 

They're mostly rotten,

But the tree,

That apple tree,

It brings me peace,

Shade,