Thanks, Lord, for the apple trees,
Full of beauty while in bloom.
They are a delightful surprise,
With aromatic perfume.

Blossoms in white, pink, and red,
Depending upon the tree,
Make a treasured, marveled sight,  
Gorgeous and full of beauty,

Thanks, Lord, for their petals,
Like conifer they're renowned,      
As they delight the senses,
With an aroma profound.          

When on ground their petals land,
A plush carpet can be found;
While they are still in the air,
One can see them float around.

As the apples start to form,
Green apples on branches cling.
They're a fruit that's highly prized,
To eat after ripening.