Under The Apple Tree

I found my friend dead under The Apple Tree today

His body was so still and cold, yet from what I couldn’t say

He lay beneath the branches. Not a breath left in his chest

So still and unassuming, it’s as though he is at rest

I wonder what he tried to take for death must be the price

Wanting the knowledge of the tree cost Eve her very life

So what did my friend want from the Apple Tree

And was the root of his desire enough to tempt me?

We were so alike, he and I

And though he failed perhaps I could try-

No! Be gone temptation from the darkest corner of my soul

I banish you to where my thoughts have no right to go.

But as I see him lying there I can not help but think

Did he die under The Apple Tree because he was too weak?

I am so very strong and not at all like him

When I seek to achieve I only start what I can win

Perhaps I can be better when I reach for what the fruit

Can grant me in prosperity all I have to do is choose

To not end up dead and cold beneath the leafy branch

If not now then when? this could be my final chance

I am so close to falling when I hear my conscious chide

“The fruit is not the cause of death, the root of sin is pride”