In spring’s tender embrace, the apple tree stands,
Draped in delicate blooms, a fragrant command.
Petals whispering secrets to the gentle breeze,
Promising fruit as the sun warms the leaves.
Summer arrives with its golden glow,
Nurturing the promise of the blossoms’ show.
Green orbs swell under the watchful sky,
As time weaves its magic, the days drift by.
Come autumn’s breath, the apples blush red,
Ready for harvest, on nature’s bounty they’re fed.
Each fruit a treasure, a story to tell,
Of seasonsâ dance and the earth’s gentle spell.
In winter’s calm, the branches rest bare,
Dreaming of spring, of blossoms they’ll wear.
The cycle continues, life’s endless flow,
In the heart of the apple, new seeds to sow.