Poem 71 : The Fallen Fruit
The Fallen Fruit - T ABRAHAM
When this tree is full,
This tree full of it's fruits,
It is fruitful,
But this fruit has fallen,
Rotting and rotting under the sun,
Slowing going to sleep,
To sleep inside the soil,
But one day,
This very day,
A small trace is seen,
It's growing back,
Growing and growing,
Once fallen, but now growing,
Years have passed,
I can see a tree,
So tremendous and big,
Once I was a fallen fruit,
But now I am a magnificent tree.
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