Your Apple Tree

Never be on your apple tree
I’ll never grace the tallest heights
That your branches reach
Never be the one picked
Because of my shiny adornments
Of your association

Never be found in that orchard
My kind doesn’t take well to over-treated soil
Not that we’d be able to afford over-treatment
Never plucked from the forest’s fingers
Who care more about their income
Than the quality they could produce

Never be on your side of the yard
Where nutrient-RICH surroundings flourish
And casualties of a man-made nature
Suffer in the extent of selection
Based on monetary support, not intellect.
Because I could afford that.