Our Apple Tree
An apple tree in our orchard
was blown over by a winter storm.
We let it lay there,
knowing it could do no harm.
Early the spring blossoms
started to appear--
then one windy day
the blossoms started to disappear.
We knew the roots were not deep enough
to keep hold blossoms there:
so too it is with life.
We must have our roots planted deep
to have the security we can keep--
our lives are full of blossoms
whose fragrance we love to share
and by doing this-- it is our way
to show others that we really care.
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