An apple a day keeps the doctor away
But oh, what the apple goes through
To bring the cure, it must endure
A most painful season ’tis true
Winter’s tree, stands stark and bare
Caressed by cold of night
Awakened by the brilliant glare
Of early morning light.
Spring buds take on rigid shape
Warm rains encourage growth
The bee sets out to pollinate
Advantageous to them both.
Summer sunlight bursts with flames
Giving apples the juices we savor
But the frosty spice of autumn ice
Perfects the fruits of its labor.
Shirley said:
Wow…all that from an apple seed! I’m impressed Oz. 😉
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ozymandiaz said:
Such a long journey to the mouth. This made me think of a valentines day news story I heard. It was about the journey gold makes to end up as a peice of jewelry. Gold, you see, is only produced in the most extreme of astrological events; the supernova. Now I know for a fact that the Earth has been here for at least forty years as that is how long I have been on it. I can not attest to anything beyond that but I do know that if gold is made in a supernova it didn’t happen here. There was a lot of time and a lot of space in between…
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