A Never Ending Song

A green leaf flutters
Gently in the soft breeze
The beautiful blossom
Soft and delicate on the
Spring apple tree

A grey sickly branch
Hangs low
Black sap clings to the
Dying tree

A breeze make the
Tree moan and rattle
The bare branches claw
At the grey and cloudy sky

The velvet blossom
Soon turns into a
Small green apple
The seasons changing
To summer

While the dying tree
Lets out a
Mournful cry
An endless song about
Death

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