The Life Of The Apple Seed

This is a story for all to read,

A story of an apple seed.

Small and round,

The little seed went in the ground.

What came up,

Could fit in a cup!

That little green thing

Began to start growing,

Up and up and up it grew

Until it was much taller than you.

That little seed that grew so tall

Is now a tree to the joy of all.

And then this tree gave little flowers,

Little flowers that had special powers.

Then those flowers turned into something different,

Something round and brilliant!

Apples! Still green and small,

Looking like a little green ball.

And as those apples grew bigger in size

It kept getting better in my eyes.

And when it was the size of a baseball

Red was becoming the little green ball.

From green to orangey, from orangey to red,

that's how it is, that's what I've read.

And when it's red- "It's ready to pick!!"

Sometimes to get them you have to stand on a brick.

Once you have the apple is in your hand

You have to wash it, that's mom's command.

But after that you take a bite and you better hope there's not a bug,

After that you put the seed into the hole you recently dug.

And that restarts the need

To again read the story of the Apple Seed.

...On This Summers Day

Falling on this summers day,

Falling in its own wet way.

When the rain meets with the ground it creates its own explosion,

Causing that place to be all wet, that is my notion.

Watching the rain now I see, everything is damp,

Its clouds make my home so dark I have to use my lamp.

The water on the leaves make them shine in the light,

The raining rain may even continue raining till the night, it might.

Now I look at the time, four minutes to eleven,

Now it has been raining all morning from the rain in the heaven.

Now I watch the rain on this quiet summers day,

Now I watch the rain falling in its own wet way.

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