The Apple,

Has outgrown the tree.

It strikes the ground,

And with its impact,

Comes its vulnerability.


But takes sprout,

Takes any foothold.


Very sparsely come,

To show your potential.


Winter comes,

Challenging its nerve.

Hardening it,

Or destroying it,

Proving its worthiness.


What once was

This small fragile seed,

Has earned its rings,

With perseverance

Throughout life’s harsh winters.


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