At first there was nothing. Not a want or a need.
Then out of the orange tree blossomed a seed.
Julian the orange was the first grown of three.
Him and his brothers grew up on the tree.
Each took a branch and spread out the sides.
And each met another who became their three wives.
Paired off and spreading, each family then grew.
More than just orange, some new fruits were blue.
The more the family tree grew, it's roots were less known.
They rarely looked back the more that they'd grown.
But one day they realized, right after they'd ripened.
They felt they understood now. They all felt enlightened.
Growing up and moving forward is our existence and sum.
But to truly get further we must look back to where we're from.
For the very first time the fruits dropped off their vine.
They landed on the ground on the big, wet, soft, grass.
They all stood in a line and cropped a design.
They managed to dig up their past.
Deep in the soil indeed was a seed. A seed quite exceptionally small.
A seed that begins all of life's gust of winds. It's a seed that started it all.
That family now old, and long past their prime;
Planted the seed at the most perfect time.
The family tree withered. It collapsed in the snow.
Just as the new trees roots started to grow.
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