In orchards where the sunlight gleams,
An apple grows with tender dreams.
From blossom’s kiss to fruit’s embrace,
It ripens in its sacred place.

Through seasons’ change, the apple thrives,
In spring’s soft rain, in autumn’s sighs.
Each day it whispers tales untold,
Of nature’s wonders, bright and bold.

Beneath the moon and sky so vast,
It mirrors life, both slow and fast.
A symbol of the earth’s pure gift,
In every bite, our spirits lift.

So cherish the apple’s timeless call,
A fruit that binds us one and all.
In its sweet taste, we find our place,
In nature’s heart, in nature’s grace.