If Still Your Orchards Bear (The Apple Tree)

The apple tree grew tall and thin,  
The apples small and sour,  
Yet full of leaves the chipping bark  
Came late to meet the hour --  

Ever nearer to its fate;  
Apples unfit to reach a plate.  
Its only nourishment above:
A clear loft moon devoid of love.  

Should the tender leave the trees,  
The orchard only filled with bees  
In blossoms full open to pollinate  
Would not they were so free.  
A tree departs from the full and sweet,  
Remembers red around its feet --  
Does not look back in vain,  
But simply ignores the rain.  
Written by PoetsRevenge
Published | Edited 1st Aug 2020
Author's Note
Written for the 'I know the Face of Falsehood and Her Tongue' comp. Inspired by the following poem :
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