Literature
Crossroads
On the side of the road,
Were two saplings
An apple tree
And an orange tree
And contrary to popular belief,
They looked exactly the same,
No taller than grass
No stronger than twigs.
But time passes and the game changes,
Specifically,
From twigs,
To trunks.
Then blossoms came,
Soft kisses of spring
Against tangled winter skeletons
Trying to
Miraculously,
Turn themselves into fruit,
Thus the race for the sun began
And ended,
And yet
There were no winners.
I guess apple and orange trees aren't good
At sharing the same common- ground.
Now the odd passing souls
Can only shake their heads with the sheer chaos
Of what t