The Apple Tree

There once grew an apple tree,
In the midst of the public free.
Two fruits sprouted from the tree,
Seeking the dawn of the darkness free.

One apple was the normal sight,
The other was the eccentric height.
The former was in the search of light,
The latter was meek to use its right.

One apple was delicious tasting,
The other was just a sour bantering.
One gave a sick man a feel invigorating,
While the other yielded only a health weaning.

The day came to pick the apple right,
Two contending for the prestige fight,
The first apple was chosen to be the fruit alright,
Leaving the other to the deserving plight.