Newton

An apple fell to the ground.
It’s broken red flesh revealing all,
A bruised and blackened core.  
Upon coarse sand, it had landed.  
From the open sky, it had come.
The seeds within it lie, look out
observing none. No viable earth.
Their end came on the horizon lining,
before they had taken root.
All, but one remained inside, biding.
Time! This single seed wanted to last.
With Hope and Faith climbs through the gash
upon the stem he gazed out.  
to see a great tree, an oasis in the desert.
Life living, purpose found,
existentialism forgiven and forgotten,
 
as the others will never know that it might not be just what they see.