Those lonely bleak woods!
Oh! a deafening silence.
I sauntered alone in it
I tried to find something
that could take my fancy off.
I walked into its thick,
dotted with wooden houses,
their doors closed.
Oh! a deafening silence.
I inclined to a tree.
My thoughtful eyes glancing
at the star-studded sky
of a silent full moon night.
Its soft glow on the bush of the tree.
I see something grim but glossy.
YES! I found again.
The glossy, round, ripe, scarlet APPLE
after many years
SWEET APPLE!
My little friend.
But thorns, venomous webs,
poisonous insects.
Can I reach you?