Growth

I plucked an apple from the tree

I cut it in half

One for you and one for me

I eat it all but save a tiny seed

I plant it

So it can hold my hopes and my dreams

I nurture you until your tall

I remove the bandage and stick

It was a crutch so you wouldn't fall

You are a sapling a tiny sprout

Holding my dreams is what your about

Lightning strikes in the dark of night

You deserve to live so you will fight

Years later you bear your fruit

You have done more than thrived

But survived

If a gift of nature can do what it wants

Then so can I

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