When the time was ripe your apple tree started to blossom.
But you waited too long, so now it's all rotten.
Soon your rotten apple fell on the ground, ready to be re-born again.
You just needed to have patience.
And there it was, your tree was standing again.
But, it's roots decayed in the ground, even though they were still clinged to it's soil.
Now you're left it all alone, in the rain without any sun.
Your tree is now happy, even though it's in pain.
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It all dies in the end
PoetryWe all die in the end. There is not something like a 'happy' ending.