The Smoking Orange

By Josh Bauer

Every now and then

An orange will start to smoke

The tiny cells inside

Over time begin to choke

The fruit is left there helpless

Dying slowly in the sand

While the guiding force above

Says that all of it is planned

Its color turns to grey

And the orange is out of time

The darkness turns to day

And the sun begins to shine

The only thing remaining

Is a tiny little seed

Sitting lonely in the sand

But it finally was freed

Although it had potential

It would have to see through smoke

For the desert had surprises

As the little seed awoke

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