Green apples, oh how they stand out
With skin so bright, they seem to shout
A flavor that's sharp and tart
A fruit that's sure to win the heart
Their taste is crisp, their scent is bold
A fruit that's loved by young and old
In salads, they add a tangy twist
A flavor that's hard to resist
With each bite, a burst of zest
A fruit that's sure to impress
Green apples, they stand apart
A treasure for the taste buds to start
They're perfect for pies, so warm and sweet
A flavor that's sure to make hearts beat
Green apples, they're a delight
A fruit that's always in sight
So let us celebrate this fruit so grand
A gift from nature's bountiful land
Green apples, they are here to stay
A fruit that's cherished in every way.
-new king
About the Creator
Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 2 days ago in Wander
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