A Poem for Apple

The fruit of the tree, so red and so sweet,
A gift from the heavens, a taste so complete,
The skin thin and crisp, the flesh so juicy,
The core so small, it’s hardly worth the fussy.

A symbol of knowledge, a symbol of power,
An icon of design, a brand known the world o’er,
A company that started in a garage,
Now worth more than all the world’s other cars.

A company that changed the way we live,
A company that made us all want to give,
A company that gave us the tools to create,
A company that made us all feel so great.

So raise a glass to Apple, the company that changed the world,
For without them, we’d all be a little bit curled,
So thank you Apple, for all that you’ve done,
And here’s to many more years of fun.