The Fallen Fruit

Any time.
Any second.
I walk alone.
I see nothing.
But..
A tree full of fruits.
with the wind its leaves flow.
One fruit is called Blue.
She is a beautiful fruitful one.
When all the fruits fall down to Earth.
She still holds there to wait.
When the one comes to pick her.
She waits no call.
But,,
She falls easily like a ball.

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Note: written within 3 minutes, with editting took 7 minutes. New record for me lol.