Thoughts from an apple core
At the heart of the matter, deep with the center
A bird soars in the thin air above the land
Choices are made, decisions that affect the world
I cannot stand the strain.
Seeds carry with them the needs of the future
For all that comes stems from the core of the past.
We look forward yet remain standing still.
For there is only now that we live.
An apple falls from the tree, there to lay on the ground.
The seeds travel far to become their full potential.
A tree grows from the core, its thoughts full filed.
We live to grow, we live to be.
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July 30, 2010 at 17:23
I found the underlying concept of the poem so beautiful…thank you ever so much for sharing your writing.