The Apple Tree
The apple tree
With its sunshine
Sought its entry
At my window
I was busy
I liked it though
Its smile and glow
Had to decline
Now when I see
With you the shine
Pain of green pine
Clouds the hilltops
In the lone blues
Time seek dew drops
Once the full stops
Lost the warm sea
Still, I look at
Mellowed beauty
Out of pity
If it comes once
July 4, 2018
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