of apples and seeds

an apple fell from the tree
do not mourn the loss
in the shade
in the orchard
do you not see me?
see yourself?
the apples?
i am you
you are me
we are all apples in the tree
we could taste the whole orchard
and find no two fruits
tasting exactly alike
yet each so familiar
nectar sweet like a memory
like a life lived
like a life to come
seeds spill in the soil and take root
to become a tree
to become me
to become you
to become all