My apple, so smooth and round.
Cold to touch, it drops to the ground.
The tree it came from, old and grey, still stands strong and gently sways.
I take a big bite,
Feeling each crunch and sound,
Knowing the flavour will stick around.
As I looked at my hand, with juices running down,
My fingers getting sticky,
I can't help but frown.
With every bite, the taste is pure delight.
I am so grateful God gave me this wonderful sight.
by Corey Evans (8)
Lea & Garsdon CE Primary School - Wiltshire
Competition - Once Upon a Dream
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