The Apple Tree (Poem)

As I went outside I was greeted

By the bluest of jays.

The world around me

Blew with the peaceful breeze

Of the summer air.

As the wind blew by me,

I noticed the tree.

It was the same one

My grandfather loved.

I felt everything around me

Stop all at once.

It was only me

When this beautiful tree.

I looked to the top

Where I saw an apple

As red as red can be.

I felt it calling out things

I couldn't quite make out.

And so, I picked it.