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The midnight apple falls
The shadows of the trees secretively dance behind my light
Deeply leaping in the dusty desert
Cracked by a rushing river that anywhere else would be a creek
Here, it is a torrent
Breaking the monoliths of stony wilderness and hard pan arid clays.
Uneven ground reveals the complexity of shallow ditches
Small stumbling streams which break the symmetry of trees to bring rivulets of life to each dry trunk.
Ditches of mud which impossibly create in this land a garden.
Fruitful
Productive
Fighting and ignoring the surrounding deserts silently smoldering,
Watching and waiting to reclaim their rule of scarcity
Now challenged by mature orderly woods
Full of shining red crisp worlds of sweetness.
Gleaming trophies of the battle to bear fruit from Want.
Years of work, packaged sunlight, the hope of future saplings
Which quietly fall uneaten in darkness
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