Should I give unto thee appleseeds
With which to plant an orchard,
Would thou not also partake
Of the fruit it should yield?
For when those seeds grow
In the minds of My children,
The sprout shall taketh root
In the depths of their heart,
And mature over time,
Until truth-blossoms sweeten their soul.
Then shall those trees
Finally bring forth apples of gold,
To satisfy the hunger for light,
And finally putteth to an end,
The dark famine within each spirit.