A seedling that had fallen from a farmers pocket, and onto the dry soil
In the front of a peasant’s rusty, old shack.
A few days of rain had gone by allowing the seedling to grow to a short green sprout.
The peasant saw something different outside the hole of his home.
He stepped outside then walked over to the little green shrub,
And stood right over, watching the plant.
It took some time for him to realize what it was at first, but once he did
He jumped for joy.
He ran inside his home and grabbed his only wooden chair
To place it right in front of the shrub, waiting for it to grow into whatever plant
It was growing to be.
The peasant waited and waited but nothing changed.
He stood up and put his face close to the plant to observe.
It’s broken, this darn thing ain't never gonna grow, He thought.
He then grabbed his wooden chair, walked back in his shack and never came out.
He gave up.
Time went by and the peasant forgot all about the little green creature.
Days turned to weeks then to months the peasant was starving
And not a single thought came to his mind about the green shrub.
But one day he spotted something bushy in his yard.
He swiftly walked outside then realized he was walking toward a tree.
As he got closer he could see green fruit.
Closer and closer he got, he realized there were apples on that tree.
The little green plant was not so little anymore.
It was a big, green apple tree.
The peasant danced joyously around the tree,
Then plucked a big green apple off the low branch and took a big juicy bite out of it.
Ate the apple to the core then took another one and he munched on it
Till there was nothing but the stem.
For hours he was eating apples, once the peasant was full,
He sat underneath the tree and took a long nap.
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