Incandescent Nightfall

For an apple's sake

I remember, once we had gone to the

Garden of the apple tree, 

For you were hungry, 

A fruit thus you had to eat, 

An apple with your stomach could meet, 

And that's what I thought, 

To the garden of the apple tree thus I had us brought.

But the gardener was stern, 

'If you enter I will have you burned'

He said with a big scissor in his hand, 

'You should know, lone the tree stands, 

So you shall not pick apples from the tree, 

For they are not there for free, 

It belongs to the king, 

And venomous is his sting'.

Hearing the gardener's thought, 

Terribly scared I got, 

But yet for the sake of the tree, 

'An apple must be for free? '

With his scissor towards me he stepped, 

But my courage was utterly inept, 

So I took three steps back

'I will beat you up like a sack'

He said with a scorching ire, 

'Jane, Is your hunger so dire? '

But even before she could nod, 

In fear I said, 'You aren't hungry, I know you are not'

So the gardener asked us to run away for free, 

And leave behind the apple tree.

Since then I didn't see her face for once, 

For repent in my heart I had in tons.

So today with my blue old ink, 

I write on a sheet with a blink, 

Had I asked the gardener, 'how much does an apple cost?' 

Today I wouldn't have her lost.