Said the apple to the tree
"Upon the ground beneath
your leaves"
"and here I'll stay,"
The apple said,
"I suppose until I'm dead."
"Or I guess until I bloom,
my roots break yours,
a gradual doom."
"It's funny though,
for through and through,
You are me, and I am you."
"And if my roots shall bring you down,
Or I lay dead upon this ground,
We'll both continue one by one,
But one of us must see this dawn."
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