Clutching her cart a girl with her purple hood,
Walks through the dreary woods,
In search for the apple groves,
The silence broken by the dried leaves.
And by her side is her brothers smile,
On looking each tree with keen eyes,
And in that stillness their bond starts to grow,
As they search for their prize on the naked grove.
When shadows length started to grow,
An apple lay waiting for their hosts to show,
As quickly was it spotted was it struck down to fall,
So that it can be warmed in the girls nimble hands.
A nibble was taken by the little girl,
And retorted “it’s really too sweet you know”,
Her brother looked back with cheerful eyes,
“Let’s go back home my little prize.”
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