I

I stand up tall
I await my fate
A swing of an axe would behead me
The shredder on the trailer would shred me
But I am living too
I produce the freshest fruit in the summer
If you don't see my flowers, that is a bummer
In fall my leaves turn red
In winter the fall to the ground
I fall asleep
My branches sway to the chorus of the wind
My apples stand out bright
I stand up tall and free
Enjoyed
Looked at
Amazing
That is I