Upon the branch it hangs so bright,In morning’s soft and gentle light.Its skin so red, its form so round,A treasure in the orchard found.

Beneath the sun, it grows with care,Absorbing warmth from summer’s air.It whispers secrets of the earth,From roots below, it knows its worth.

The apple falls as autumn calls,And with it, nature’s cycle stalls.Yet in its core, a promise lies,To bloom again beneath the skies.

So take a bite, let sweetness flow,And feel the life within it grow.For in each apple, we can see,The endless dance of you and me.