The Apple Of A Tree Poem by Louis Borgo

The Apple Of A Tree

To put things in prosperity I hold this dear to my heart

Why do waiting on the right one take so long

Faith

Ideas evolve once a child now a man do we hold every answer

Time

To keep second guessing will we revolted back to childless ways

Moment

To take from all meaning I feel is to evolve into the person

intended,

Life

All I can tell one that would ask me the lesson I endure never make a assumption is

to guess,

Love

As a tree branch become of life as seeds come from sprouts nurtures

of the essence,

Build

A branch of

The Apple Of A Tree.