apple of my eye

 the apples fall gently in the whisper of a soft small breeze…

in a child’s eyes live the secrets,

those i can’t see

ripening in love

or a farm full of trees.

the blossom is new,

delicate yet brave

in time growth may be reaped

tears may be saved?

i questioned the answers,

i answered the questions –

i did not stare into the sun,

i did not wish for rain

but still it came

i knew the warmth & growth

would lead me one day to a faraway plane

each day is one closer,

another day further –

the fear

the wisdom

in a young child’s eyes.


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