Apple Tree

I was a tree and
I have fallen
And my soul has been buried
In hopelessness
And the unknown
My short life has shriveled
A beauty destroyed

I’m starting to hope
Springs beauty staring to shine
Like a new seed
I starting to regrow
Springs joy is giving my new branches their first flower
My petals are dropping
With life’s perfection
They’re turning into a fruit
They’re willing to ripen

My soul will return but
Winds will push my fruit down
They won’t be eaten
Harsh rain will destroy them
But sunshine will grow them
There will be a new tree and it will fall
But with hope it will regrow

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