I just rolled it over with my foot, after composting
countless others, and there it was.
As if rendered on a cave wall. Worthy of Van Gogh or Gaughin.
A bruised apple, depicted on an actually bruised apple.
This masterpiece even had an indent where it should be. Not
symmetrical, but real. No artist could have brought those
Tender lines and shades to light. No other artist than HER
Mother Nature, would seek no thanks or fame.
The more I gazed at it the more wonderful it became.
This work of art, in
in one garden,
on one continent of our vibrant world.
© Tom Tide 2016