Apple Tree Branch
Another branch that reaches out and hangs over me
Is full of leaves and tiny fruit from my apple tree.
Your apples now are small and hard with a color of yellow-green
And on the end of each round fruit a star can be seen.
Each day you grow in summer time in rays of sunny gold
Until one day at Michaelmas your apples we'll behold.
And then they will be round and red with a flavor oh-so-sweet
And I will pick your fruit each day and eat and eat and eat!
Your branches they will gracefully bend towards the ground below
Feeding lots of animals: the squirrels, deer and crow.
But now it is the summer time and I watch the squirrels nibble
On your sour apples green and listen to them squibble.
But I know that your fruit will grow and I will surely wait
Until the autumn days grow cool in September late.
And I can dream of apple treats but the best one by and by
Will be the one I like the best: delicious apple pie!
written by Christine Summerfield/June 2016