I think of something sweet
Something nice and unique
An Apple tree came to view
Red and ripe there were a few
Excitement came to mind
As a ran to the apple tree my sights aligned
The first bite was exquiste
The second was divine
My heart starts beating faster as I saw the sign
"Ripe Apples Available Oh How They Shine"
Fast as leopard I ran to it quickly
But then a strange wind suddenly hit me
Apples everywhere guided by the wind
Taken from me as I try to defend
The last three apples lay there in sight
uneaten and freshly ripe
As the wind was about to take it away
My hands grabbed them and i knew it was okay
As I walked away I began to ponder
Should i give it to my love and my mother?