I will be like the apple tree
To give shade, sustenance, and loving nourishment until I flee
For I understand that all of creation is destined for a beautiful doom
Gone will be those that I love too soon
I have no control over death, so now I shall do my due diligence in loving
Similar to the apple seed, when broken, I will contain nothing
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