Apples 🍎

There's apples on the tree, the swing still  hangs below,  when it rains the grass grows long I wish it didn't though,  there is a great deception between how the season turn, I once thought about you in the winter moments,  but felt the fires burn, I guess the apples will continue to grow,  some shall fall and die, the only place you didn't reach was the open sky, the only memory untouched by the season,  are the ones of you and I .