An Apple Is Always An Apple
The apple does not fall far from the tree
But because of its shape, it can roll away
A rotting sour apple will deposit its seed,
Producing its own kind, indeed, someday.
A tree from its parentage bearing in kind,
Just like the apple from which it sprung
[Unlike orange or grapefruit having a rind]
With peeling, stem, and seeds in a core,
It cannot change its genus or its species
Like all other apples it came from before.
Written September 4, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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