The orchard had been abandoned,
But the apples did not know.
Each year as the seasons changed
On their branches they would show.
Each year the apples would wither,
They could not quite understand,
Why their rosy smile was not greeted
By an eager, clutching hand.
Then one year the apples appeared,
With sadness they all cried,
They could see no point in going on,
So the abandoned orchard died.
What is the purpose of life if nobody even knows we exist?
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