Apple Orchard

A subtle scent winds through the soft breeze, Carrying slight sweetness and the crispness of fresh autumn apples Gingerly, I pluck one from an outstretched branch, Feeling its cold, smooth skin in my little hands

Picturesque

I dash throughout the field of grass, Emerald blades tickling my bare legs My brothers follow after, All of us laughing and playing together A picturesque summer day