Apple Tree
By Jett P
Published 23 July 2024
He is resilient and feeds us.
He sounds like leaves rustling, yet silent.
He smells like a fresh mango grown from a garden.
He tastes like juicy, sour apple.
I see a humongous tree whose branches are filled with crunchy, red balls.
I want to find a hole and take a nap within his trusty arms.
I ask how tall he is and where his beauty comes from.
He says, I have grown over a long time, with patience; beauty comes with patience.
He is resilient and feeds us.