I see the ripe apples
Falling from the tree
And somehow those apples
Remind me of me
I see the red leaves
Dropping from the tree
They're the most beautiful thing
I'll ever see
Then in the winter
I see the barren tree
Wood cracked and broken
The foreign thing
Is an invaluable token
Then the spring tree
Rejuvenates and heals
Its everlasting beauty
Forces me to kneel
Then the apples
Begin to grow
Except one apple
Laying low
And that apple
Is the first to fall from the tree
But no longer does that apple
Remind me of me
Supposed to be an inspirational poem
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Dreamland - Poems
PoetryA unique collection of poetry, Dreamland will have you lost in the stars reading. Spread the word! Epic cover by @HanaYatomo Highest Rank #45 in Poetry
