appletree
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You were so sweet
I knew better than to try to consume you all at once
If i over indulge then my stomach would ache
So i told myself "maybe just a taste"
But you weren't composed of artificial flavors
Friendship is an apple tree –
In spring it sprouts its tender, green shoots
With a gardener’s soft, whispering touch
In summer it flourishes:
Strong, brown branches clothed in a silk green garment
