Inner Woman

Weakly sunlight dapples

Through leaves newly green

Fragrant delicate screen

Pale pink flowers spring

Dense around branches ring

Sweet scent of verdant growth

Born of orchard’s oath

Burgeon verdant apples

Now limbs hang heavy

Crimson hints do gleam

Summer storms teem

Hail hunts, does strike

Tree, fruit, leaf alike

Struggle wards survival

And eager revival

Mark paid to nature’s levy

Autumn brings its own reward

Harvest marches onward

Bare to winter’s strife

The apple tree is life.