A Fruity Mystery

I see this tree,

With its fruits hanging down.

I begin to wonder ..

why does the fruit see

The world upside down?



The fruits way ,

Is it the right way?

Or is it my way !

Always looking upto the world.



I pretend to be the fruit.

I Stand on my head.

Much to the amusement of others

In the park, watching me.



Just then it struck me

I am being noticed by many.

It just took me to be upside down

To be so noticed by all.



Is that why the fruit hangs?

Is that why I try so hard to reach it?

Is that why I admire its beauty?

Is that why I shall always be me?