under the apple tree

under the apple tree

this man is seen,

under the apple tree

where countless number

the men and women who had been,

while the wind caresses every leave

and small fruit grow slow but steady

and one can hear the breath of the world

sighing as though in brief respite

given by a rare and perfect summer day.

under the apple tree

this man is seen

reading, writing and contemplating

how ever he came to a good life

where anger and shame was released,

replaced with a sense of fortune

in the midst of a l fortuneless world.

under the apple tree

where it its not unheard of

that on occasion

knowledge and wisdom will fall as one

and rest ripening in a willing heart

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