Apples are fantastic little fruit.
Their tasty, nutrient-rich flesh is meant for us to eat.
Us or some long-fingered ape or bumbling quadruped.
The half-dozen little seeds encased within don’t need the sugar-rich flesh to grow.
To grow, they must be eaten. Crushed. Drawn into the belly of the beast.
Some will not survive.
Those that do will fall somewhere new, somewhere far, somewhere different.
The apples that don’t fall far from the tree rarely grow strong under the great, thick-boughed shelters of their parents.
Apples may not fall far from the tree, but if they’re lucky, life will carry them a lot further than that.