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The Apple

From high on a branch of the apple-tree
The seed fell.
Hidden in the middle of the rotten apple,
The seed fell.
Onto a wet rotten soil,
The seed fell.

Shaken by these sudden changes,
The seed got wet.
Surrounded by moist sticky rubbish,
The seed got big ;
Escaping from its decaying envelope,
The seed got strong.

Then the seed gave birth
To a young apple-tree,
The seed became the branches and the leaves
Of a young apple-tree.
It gave all its contents
To a young apple-tree

Then the young apple-tree grew,
And became such a lovely strong tree,
It multiplied its branches and its leaves
And developed as a lovely strong tree,
And it became very proud
Of being such a lovely strong tree.

Then the tree grew its own apples,
What a lot of marvels !

So many sweet fruit,
The tree gave birth to so many fruit,
That it almost forgot how it began itself at the root.

From a rotten apple, a small pip
Gave birth to so many nice fruit !
From a small tiny seed, big like a bip,
Came dozens of marvellous fruit.

So you can see that beginnings may be
Small, rotten, or downwards,
But the result of patience and assiduity
Is certainly worth waiting for its rewards.

Copyright © John Bogard | Year Posted 2019

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