Dear teeny tiny Apple Tree,
Malus domestica, you are common throughout. And yet, in this case, somebody has chosen to infect you with a fungus, to shrink you down and prevent you from reaching your true potential.
And yet, my friend teeny tiny apple tree, I ask you to consider this. Is it truly that you have been denied your potential? Or that your potential has simply shifted, moving from loftier goals to smaller ones? Is it that you may never produce fruit? Or that the fruit you bear may be the exact same as your taller brethren?
The fact is, little apple tree, you are a beacon in the living room. You have been forced into this situation against your will, with no choice, no option, simply told that you would become this tiny facsimile of a true apple tree. And yet, often they expect you to bear fruit, to be treated as one of the ‘big guys.’
Teeny tiny apple tree, I respect you. I respect your endeavours, despite the adjustments to your frame, to your life, to everything that once would have made you you. But you soldier on, you sprout, you live, your leaves fall and then you do it again and again and again.
Teeny tiny apple tree, be free. Continue to show us how you do not need to be big to be influential, to bear fruit that would feed a million. You do not need to spread wide, you just need to do the job that needs to be done.
The Idiot in Tin Foil