Chest Of Seeds(Thought) Poem by Poet of the River

Oh tree, Oh tree,
Were art thee?
I am here in my room,
Can you see me?
Extend your arms,
Take me away,
In your lush branches,
I shall play.
I'd give you water,
You'd give me fruit.
I'd play the pirate,
The apples my loot.
For inside an apple,
A magic to behold.
A tradition passed down,
From many years of old,
To be passed to my children,
And to the children of there own.
To be there love, livelihood, and home.
For the life of a pirate has many needs.
But the most of all, a chest of seeds.