Upon the bough where dreams unfold,
An apple ripens in the sun,
Its blush a story left untold,
Of summer’s warmth and autumn’s run.

Beneath the leaves, a treasure hides,
In hues of green and ruby red,
A whisper of the orchard’s pride,
Where nature’s bounty is widespread.

Sweet nectar flows from every bite,
A taste of sunlight captured well,
Each crunch a burst of pure delight,
A timeless tale that fruits do tell.

As seasons change and leaves descend,
The apple holds its secret dear,
A symbol of the harvest’s end,
Yet in its heart, new life is near.