The story of a tree.

There once lived a farmer

A farmer so young and tall

He planted trees and flowers

Through winter and through fall

This farmer has an apple tree

Which he watered everyday

He gave all nutritions the tree needs

To survive in every way

The apple tree now grows healthy and tall

And it thought the farmer loves it the most

It grows with joy and pride among all

Thinking it will forever be loved

One day the farmer, with all his might

Bring home a pretty orange tree

He took care of it, day and night

And up grew the orange tree, tall and bright

The farmer now loved oranges

And he forgot the apples

The apple tree grew ugly and useless

And sat there alone in the darkness

No matter how hard the apple tree tried

To find the water it needs, it didn't want to die

In the hope of being the favourite in the farmer's eye

The apple tree tried and tried.

The apple tree now grew old and tired

The farmer forgot that it existed

He didn't remember how apples taste like

For as humans, sometimes they change their hearts.

As always, a crappy poem from the crappy me.

eka, 1.30am

accompanied by the stars :')