The Apple Tree

The Apple Tree

By Arci Brown

At times,
When the snow falls,
Or a clock chimes,
And a bird calls,

I thought,
Such along time ago,
About a seed in a pot,
That was beginning to grow,

Beautiful and bright,
Under the sun,
With all it's might,
A little one,

It was beginning to be,
(And very beautiful too)
An apple tree,
For me and you,

It stood there glowing,
Like a bright star,
And we are still knowing how it came this far