By Allison Stein, Assistant Editor and Poetry Editor
Take a bite.
Crunch through the bright red skin
And devour the tasty afternoon snack
Of an apple in summertime.
The inside is golden
And filled with sweetness
Of sugar crystals hidden under the rosy skin
That gleams and reflects under the sun.
This apple’s journey has been enduring.
The fruit began as a seed
And had to aspire to accomplish;
Growing took tenacity.
We are all seeds of spring;
We are small but have potential.
We must continue our quests
To become summer’s apples.
