An apple from a tree

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An apple from a tree

May fall upon count three

On some ground forgotten

Waiting time to rotten,

A star in the high sky

As hard as it may try

May never leave the night

Despite good heart and might,

A fish in the ocean

Has vaguely the notion

Of a world of ether

That is a no breather,

Yet just as is for I

No matter why or why

There is no peace in green

That is of sleeker sheen,

For patience is value

And value is great wealth,

And great wealth leads to time

And in time comes transience.

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Seuss-thayer.