If I were an apple, Id grow high up in a tree
Otherwise some little hands
Would reach right up and eat me.
My skin will glow in richer color, blessed by sunlight fare
The fruit inside me bountiful
From a Southern wind, in the midnight air.
Eventually, they'll shake me loose, my anchor at a loss
I'll hit the ground running, to pursue my dream....
"Granma's Chunky Apple Sauce!"
by Barry Anderson
The ending is funny and up lifting.
Living high up in a tree, only to fall to the earth and then get eaten. That sounds about life. :)