An apple fell
From Mother-tree
To live and dwell,
To keep on branches - three.
An apple had a tiny seed
For new and high - an apple tree
The hungred- feed,
The inner Nature - free.
She had potential to sacrifice,
To treat a human and a beast,
But chainsaw - it is the price...
Ecologist - her priest.
The mother-tree was promptly killed,
The other apples fell.
Rolled towards the sister slightly wheeled
To go on in soils smell.
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