In the orchard’s gentle embrace,
Blossoms dance in the morning light,
Whispering secrets of time and grace,
Dreaming of fruit in the tranquil night.

As days unfold in sunlit glow,
Petals give way to budding green,
Through summer’s warmth, they slowly grow,
A journey of wonders yet unseen.

Beneath the watchful sky so wide,
The apple ripens, rich and round,
A tapestry of colors, side by side,
In nature’s artistry, profound.

Harvest calls with gentle voice,
The time has come for hands to share,
An apple’s tale, a joyous choice,
A gift of life, beyond compare.