Society's Tree

In the south, a hard wind blows
Follow the path and you'll find a tree
Tall and strong with branches many
We grow on it, you and me

At the top grows the best
On the surface juicy and ripe
Every person wants to pick them
Fighting over who gets a bite

Down the tree, the fruit gets smaller
Less plump, less juicy, no one wants to eat
The skinny fruit at the bottom
For the fear of an unhappy treat

Yet behind the facade off branches
In the middle where no one can see
Lies the fruit that hang and sway
Forgotten by all who live on the tree

These fruit are never eaten
Never even checked
They could be ripe and juicy
Or completely wrecked

But the secret of the tree
Is that inside, they all differ
The ripest fruit outside
Might be rotten, on its inner

But still the locals eat the top,
And occasionally nurture the bottom,
But never look behind the branches,
To ripen the forgotten