Okay . . . this poem was a writing assignment and it's utterly pointless. It will make no sense, but the professional writer liked certain lines. I think he's crazy. Here are the words I was forced to use up (thanks, Morgan):
¤ banana
¤ sycamore
¤ sunrise
¤ apple
¤ standing

If you can come up with something that makes any sense, be my guest. Keep in mind, I only had a few minutes, and was nervous as heck . . .

The sycamore standing
tall, pround, nutures
an apple in the sunrise
dawning over the horizon.
a lone stranger watches
without moving, ever-so-carefully
he flings the skin of a
banana at the trunk. The tree
contemplates the abuse
and thrives.
In the center of the sunrise
reality comes to life.
Slowly the world as awakened.
The sycamore resumes embracing
the ground and standing.
A banana struggles to fight
the dew that the apple basks in.
And when the sunrise is quietly tucked away
all are confident is shall come again.

¤ Summer Poetry Camp

I'm cracking up with you.