Think, if all the seeds inside an apple, rosy, round,

Were planted, side by side, to grow in lush and fertile ground;

Then, each apple on each tree would have some seeds as well,

And if we also planted them, could we, at all, foretell

How many apples there would be? Oh, we would be impressed

And never cease to be amazed the number we'd assessed.

Many seeds we have not named. How many? Have you guessed?

Yet, there are scores die "hungry" in a world so amply blest!


--Doreen (Adams) Ellis


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