My True Love
My true love is like an apple tree planted in a forest of pine
Down next to a stream, where bees continously dine
In spring his white blossoms produce nectar
The aroma floats on the gentle breeze
He draws strength from living waters
And offers them to me
In summer he offers shade from the sun
With leaves of glossy green
Tiny apples begin to form
Drawing strength from the running stream
In fall he offers to one and all
The fruit upon his tree
A mixture of colors pleasing to the eye
For everyone to see
Drawing strength from the stream
His fruit fully matures
Everyone comes to feed upon the apples
That have with time truly endured
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