The Apple's Tale

In orchards green and lush they grow,

A fruit that tempts both high and low,

Its skin so bright, its scent so sweet,

The apple's tale is hard to beat.

From gardens in the ancient world,

To modern stores where they are swirled,

This fruit has traveled far and wide,

And with its taste we all abide.

In pies and cakes and tarts it shines,

Its juicy flesh, a taste divine,

A bite so crisp, a crunch so pure,

It's hard to resist, of that be sure.

Yet apples are more than just a treat,

They're symbols of knowledge and deceit,

From Eve's fateful bite to Newton's fall,

The apple's lore has touched us all.

So let us savor this fruit so bright,

And ponder all its meanings and might,

For in its tale we'll find a clue,

To all that's tempting, pure, and true.