The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
That is what we have been told.
The weight of gravity, the forces of our universe;
A leaf turned into fruit.
New leaves grow, old leaves shed.
All that is left is the branch -
Like that from the very beginning,
but bigger and older.
The apple is the continuation of the tree.
But it is destined to go away - in death or in distance.
Countless apple seeds do not grow;
Countless apple seeds are carried away.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree,
but the legend of the apple does not end.
The future is unknown, so
Doesn't the apple fall far from the tree?
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My Own Truths
PoetryOriginal poems written by me. This includes a variety of topics.
