In the orchard where dreams unfold,
Crimson fruit in sunlight’s hold,
From blossom bright to harvest bold,
A story of life, quietly told.

Leaves rustle in gentle breeze,
Whispering secrets through the trees,
Nature’s dance in harmony,
The apple’s journey, wild and free.

Sunlit days and moonlit nights,
Nurtured by the earth’s delights,
In every bite, a story shared,
Of seasons passed, of love and care.

As autumn paints the world in gold,
The apple’s tale is gently told,
A tribute to the cycle’s grace,
In every orchard’s warm embrace.