In the orchard, the trees stand tall,
Their branches heavy with blooms,
And the air is filled with a sweet, gentle call,
As the apple blossom perfume looms.
It's a scent that whispers of spring,
Of new beginnings and fresh starts,
And it fills our hearts with a joyful ring,
As we breathe in its sweet-smelling arts.
The petals dance on the breeze,
A delicate pink and white hue,
And their beauty brings us to our knees,
In awe of the sight they ensue.
And in the midst of this fragrant bliss,
We are reminded of the simple things,
Of the sweetness that life can bring,
When we open up our hearts and wings.
For the apple blossom sweetness,
Is more than just a scent in the air,
It's a reminder of life's completeness,
And a chance to see its beauty everywhere.
