The breezes then hasten and scatter around

The sweet scented petals all over the ground;
But softly the heart of it made without fear

Is gradually formed in the shape of a sphere.

The roots of the trees with their mouths all around
Are gathering their food and their drink from the ground,
And thus feed the sphere while it grows all the while
To form a large apple to make children smile.
These blossoms all come in the spring of the year,
But when grown to apples, the autumn is here.
What fun for the children, the grown folks, and all,
To go to the orchard and gather what fall!
Or some one will climb up in the tree with a will
And shake down the apples our basket to fill.
Thanksgiving we all will have apples to eat,
And Christmas these beauties will still be a treat.
Far into the winter they pleasure will bring,
The apples that started with blossoms in spring.