In the orchard where dreams are sown,
An apple hangs, its essence known,
Tempting whispers through leaves that sway,
A crimson orb in the light of day.

Beneath the sky of azure hue,
Its ruby glow, a tempting view,
Each bite a burst of nature’s grace,
A journey to a sacred place.

Through seasons’ dance, it stands so proud,
In spring’s embrace or autumn’s shroud,
A symbol of both sin and lore,
A fruit of tales from days of yore.

With every taste, a story told,
Of Eden’s garden, pure and bold,
The apple’s charm, a timeless spell,
In every heart where memories dwell.