My favorite part of the apple trees
The sweet-scented aroma of the
apple blossoms.
They smell like Grandma Willow's perfume
She keeps it in a tiny bottle
Shaped like a little rose.
She put it on once when Grandpa was still alive
And my mother was hosting a ball
to help raise money for the trees.
Thunder Rose's blossoms smell the sweetest.
Don't tell the other trees
Okay?
That can just be our little
SECRET.
The blossoms are like tiny pink gifts
from God,
showering us with petals
and sweet aromas.
What a world
we live in
Grandma has juicy apples
and sweet blossoms
and her apple shop
and she is very happy
despite what Grandma Willow called
The popular belief.
I will have to ask Thunder Rose what that means.
Do you know?
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Thunder Rose
PoésieElla Rose Wilson loves nature. She's a regular enthusiast. Her grandmother, Willow Wilson, owns an apple tree orchard which Ella loves dearly -- and most dearly, her favorite tree, Thunder Rose. But when a drought threatens to kill the orchard and p...
