An apple fell from the sky
Hit a pedestrian with much velocity
On his cranium

With such intensity that it popped out his eyes
Now he wanders around blind without sight

Thinking to himself, what sins he have committed
To have been associated with such a rare misfortune

Is he being imagined, made up?
Is he stuck in a book full of fairy tales?

Apples don’t just fall from the sky

Looking up (even though he cannot see), waiting for an answer
Waiting for God (No one replied)

Time went by, years have passed
His beard has grown
His wrinkles shown

He finally can see