In the orchard’s gentle embrace,
Where sunlight dances on leaves,
Lies the apple, red and tender,
A tale of nature it weaves.

Beneath the sky, it grows with grace,
From blossom to fruit it transforms,
A symbol of autumn’s embrace,
In every heart, it warms.

Its flavor whispers of sweet delight,
A crisp bite, a moment to savor,
In its core, the seeds of life,
A promise of growth and favor.

Through seasons it tells its story,
From roots to the hands that hold,
The apple, in its simple glory,
A timeless wonder to behold.