Apple Picking

Basket hanging on my hand

Went to a magical land in the spring

Huge apple trees where I stand

In the morning dew breeze

Ruby red apples shining ripe

Some smile pink as a blush of a bride

Crystal pellet of water droplets

Is a bead necklace embellishing the fruits

The ground haul some of them

Where it slides and chop

Or be fruit to the little vermin

Who widen their mouth to flavor

I plucked some apples

To fill my bucket

Some were blowing the space of my pocket

Ah, luscious apples, so sweet and ripe

Apple plucking, or is this heaven?