I saw the soft color and beauty of the trees
As I walked through the apple orchard.
And I could swear that I smelled
The sweet aroma of fresh cider.
I reached up to a high branch
And picked the brightest red apple in the orchard.
I then sank my teeth into the apple
And heard a loud crunching sound.
And the sweet, yet sour, juices filled my mouth
And I savored every last bite.
