An apple was it not,
or then maybe a flower.
Bare fruit it did,
then.
Doe'th one plant a flower,
to preserve a life.
The first fruit, doe'th,
it become?
Brought forth first,
knowledge.
Then eternal life.
This the choice,
a flower thus plant,
to then the cure.
Then more they whole,
once more again .
To thus a family,
tobe the more.
no more, sits he, their'by
Waiting.
The weight, is no more.
The burden we carry, no more.
Together.
Now he doth wait,
For the more part .
The part to come then,
When we are no more,
Separate.
But, together, again.
Going is he not?
To meet her today.
She came with,
the one he luved.
The bonus child.
Got her body,
did she then?
Then home again,
went she.
Home, to await his arrival.
Here to raise a family,
was he ...
Never far,
from his thoughts,
was she ...
Look like them,
did she then ?
The other children,
and her ...
Meet they now,
and joy'es it be.
