In the orchard where dreams intertwine,
Hangs the apple, a ruby so divine.
Through seasons it whispers tales old,
Of love and wisdom, stories untold.

The tree of life, its branches spread wide,
Offering refuge, a place to confide.
Each bite a journey, a moment so sweet,
Where past and present gracefully meet.

Beneath its shade, lovers find peace,
Promises made, their fears they release.
The apple, a symbol of hope and grace,
In every heart, it finds its place.

As autumn leaves dance in the breeze,
The apple remains, a steadfast tease.
A timeless witness to nature’s grand show,
Forever cherished, its legacy will grow.