 | Walking one day, I came across an apple tree,
It was nice and tall and stood so free.
This one apple really caught my eye,
I had to get it, without it I feared I would die.
The apple was out of my reach from where I stood,
So I tried to jump as high as I could.
My jump just wasn't high enough,
For the apple I still could not touch.
So I returned home thinking of what I could do,
And I returned the next day when the sky was blue.
My apple had fallen to the ground,
When I picked it up it was perfectly round.
It was red and shined real bright,
It was the most precious sight.
Filled with seeds of love for everyone to see,
Janelle you are the apple from this tree.
You are the most perfect apple for me,
Or God would not have let you fall from this tree.
Written by aleakty
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