Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces
I would still plant my apple tree
Martin Luther
The world often goes to pieces
and yet we still sing
and we still dance
and we still love
and we still dream
and somehow
we put the world back together
and
let the apples fall
where they may
and that's poetiquejustis
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver.
Proverbs 25:11
