Plant a seed and watch it grow. If it flourishes, it is with God’s blessing. If it dies, it was not His will. This poem is somewhat about the fruit being much like an inside of a person and the feelings.
A core in the middle of the apple has color today.
The peeling is off and the effects are a raise in pay.
The stem is holding up so very well too
It is still strong from what it had to do.
Each part of the bulk, of this apple I know
Has seen moisture then had a very nice glow.
Just as many apples grow on one tree
Look in the mirror and you will certainly see
If that apple fell very far from the tree.
My mirror lets me look and be so contented there
It is my conscience that gives me a good stare
When a heart has to do, for a special friend
It can’t help but come to an extremely good end.
deep…too deep for me 
Nicely done, my friend. A lovely instrospective work.
-M
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