The apple tree
is a fruitful system
amid the like, atop the fertile soil.
All units working as one
to produce
apples:
the center of it all, which shows the earth
what beauty flows
beneath the bark.
The red leather covers the sweet meat
and deep within
lies the process.
Soft, filling,
be fair, passing pluckers
for each apple is unique.
Eat with care, for some may
easily bruise.
Enjoy the sweet juice,
for it was meant for
your fulfillment.
But invoke no blotches,
as the juice will be
quite different.
Dripping, leaking
from the surface, through the channel
of the dented pores.
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