I came to reason at some point that an Apple Tree is what I'd been climbing,

without hands,
using no ropes,
and no hooks,
definitely no staircase,
and certainly no elevator,

and what I'd sought was an apple,
and what I'd thrown was an apple,
and I'd walk away, with no apples,
till I'd climb again---till next time,
when I'd climb again,
using only my teeth.

I came to reason at some point that I'd reach the top of the tree of apples,

too many to throw,
and dozens to share,
where apples abound,
at the top of the Apple Tree,
a place where dreams become reality.

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