Just one apple from the
tree…
And the greenest one was
me,
I thought if I could hit
the ground,
That I could soar and not
be bound.
Before I ripened, I was
free,
And now it is the ground
I see,
I didn’t stay to drink
the sun…
But from the tree I made
a run.
Now let me tell you what
I’ve found,
You soon turn brown when
on the ground,
So stay awhile with the
others…
With your sisters and
your brothers.
For when you’re brown and
lose your gloss….
You soon turn into
applesauce.
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