When the apple is ripe it will drop,
The seasons
will come and go,
And there
are things we’ll never know:
But things go on without a stop –
Look at the
mountains standing tall
The streams
– we can’t count them all!
So we have to live life and do our best,
All things
both great and small –
There is no
way we can hate it all,
But though I have to say life was a test:
It’s is
just a journey from our birth
A chance we
were given here on earth!
So please stop and look all around …
As the apples lie quietly upon the ground.
Epaphroditus© January 30, 2024
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