She picks up the dropped fruit from a tree
That fruit is the red and charming

It has an unknown secret story
Ticking time, growing knowledge

Absorbing it is human nature
The story took shape of a brain and was filled with the mind

A strong rich red assumed colour
Warm and mesmerising

It became a symbol of Woman

Round shape, butterfly's shape
Squeezed shape, rotten shape

Its juice flows of which emerges an unwritten story

She takes her time to write an apple's diary