Wisdom in idioms part 3

The sower does sow season come they go
the ground bares forth much fruit
but not every apple produced from good seed
some apples grew green with lush

The joy granny gave them was good luck
to their years all the jokes and grandeur
Granny would gladly trade their tears
she would hold them tight

Tuck them in at night and safely kissed them goodbye
night after night Granny would her mind on the green she would say
they could never leave her sight no not with her might
the apples grew and they grew and one day became spoiled

Poor granny now she sees the meaning of spoiled goods
for she kept and dressed the greens
thinking that their growth would lead to eternal means
even if she never intended to take just one bite
she still lost her fortune in just one night

Lush the greens are no more
rotten and brown they draw death and decay
some grew red and blushed
like Washington they embraced their new freedom
after all they wrote their own destines

No one would tell them they weren't deliciously red
hey not even Johnathan could care to their handsomeness
Fuji tried but fell short of the red
with a hint a green it could not grow fully red

And thus never shall it see vanity for it is imperfect
so the reds continued day after day
till it came to the night
Santa dropped in for just a bite of cookie
finding none he noticed his belly quite large
and figured a red apple would bargain
and a bite he took to satisfy his sweet tooth

Little did Santa know that one bite created a sore
that to help rot the core
now the red slowly decayed
from red brown now its shriveled skin frowned

The red had seen its day in fact many days
but this last night the red had seen a new light for what life is worth
others grew yellow out of fear

How would they remain so golden every year?
in a world so cold full of hate this too they propagated
pondering and pondering careful they remained
lest they trip up and find themselves not golden
for this they found themselves in a peculiar spot
you know almost like a traffic light

They weren't green so they were not moving fast
Neither were they red so they sat not at the light in the day to day routines
Instead they were cautious looking both ways
coming to a stop when they need too
and going forward if they were beyond the point of no return

They were golden because they had found balance in their lives
though fearful of losing their golden nature
they became ever careful never to make a mistake
even better they didn't have to worry about decaying
cause even when they turn to bronze and rust

They would not be drifiting too far from their original color
and thus though sadly when time passed
and they afternoon came these golden apples
where getting weary of their days labor
They saw not themselves rotting
because the seeds they would sow
would produce much golden fruit!