Nichole Campbell
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The Orchard
The Orchard In the orchards where my childish dreams would unfurl I'd wander in awe, still a carefree girl Beneath the boughs where apples hung like jewels I found solace in nature's timeless rules Beside the creek, I'd watch the water caress the pebbles as butterflies danced on air I'd plant myself right there Apples crisp and tart, a gift from nature's hand A juicy red, more brilliant than any ruby in the land In those moments, life was sweet and slow Each apple a memory, with each bite, I'd grow Simple joys, in simplicity I’d find In apples alone, my smile would shine Though years have passed and times have changed In memories, my childhood dreams remain A taste of innocence, a sip of days gone by This simple gift, the apple of my eye
By Nichole Campbellabout a month ago in Poets
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