The Apple Tree…

On an deserted island the water splashed on its sandy beach and unending chorus you could play into a symphony. Violent, sudden and solemn all at once. There was a man who lived with the flies and their every relentless buzzing all the activities of the island was another days work as he survived a shipwreck and insanity was on its brink of extinction.

But his story does not begin there but in a place called the Amity Lane the bright lights a sight for the jealous Vegas. Beautiful was coined from the hearts of its occupants, and there lived our hero. A soldier always in the heat of battle, saving lost souls never taking time to admire the soul he slays in his holy mission of redemption.

Back home his villa was an empty shell with fleeting women with feet like water. His eyes were seen behind stone walls created from life’s own hot coal a teenagers worst nightmare an early wake up call which he never got a notice for. The rest if his sturdy horse and the beginning of the endless mile runs which he had to take alone.

In difficulty his character was formed but not broken. Service well completed a country well served. A medallion of honor of a rank which he knew was beneath him but he accepted. Advancement no matter how slow begun and continued as every soldier knows the war isn’t over till every battle is won.

In solemn silence was he saw out side his yard as David once saw an apple meant for king. Envy struck him as wisdom wiped his anus with a guiding hand releasing restrain. Eventually fate played a dirty trick and as every seed is destined to reproduce he had his own tree.

His lust for the apple over came his wise heart and joy of ownership ruled. He loved her so but as every misguided heart knows malice ova comes the unjustly proceed, and he had little regard for her. and she withered way from uneven care. The sudden winter in the summer and rains in autumn ensure the expiration of life.

This realization made a stubborn man take a trip to a foreign land. To find new forage for better agriculture but in all five continents he visited he found no new plantation, he found no exemplary rowan. Although it hurts he admits he was much to wrong for the ill treatment of his favorite plant. Its is much to late a wrinkled old gardener told him as he had a gloom expression on his face like sun with no gas to burn.

Onto his old life and tree he said to himself ” for there is where my heart lies even if no hope remain” and he charted a ship filled with fertilizer to ensure 50 years of sustainable agriculture.” All for one plant” the foreman said with be wilderness. Even they won’t understand the power of a perfect apple tree with the hope of fruit that bring heavenly satisfaction.

Like a school boy scared to ride a bicycle his ship broke apart at the stormy sea of the unknown. The winds more powerful that the fear of purgatory. He became stranded on an island a lonely survivor leaving behind his tree and house. Now he will neva get to clean up the mess he made and its hunts him every time he closes his eyes.

Now his baby will be in the care of another person and all he want her to know is how he really felt. a silent whisper in d windy breeze her name and his heart broke a little more at the sound of it even if was imaginary. Pride, Ego and selfishness his own sin to death. All she wanted was his time and care.

“I hope he buys you pours water on you, hold he weeds you with out question, hope he does all the things I should have done?” And his words were carried on a letter in a bottle to her and not a drop missing.

A lonely soul for a time to come.