Round and plump, with a shiny sheen,
An apple is a fruit so pristine,
With skin so smooth and flesh so firm,
It's a snack that's easy to confirm.
From red to green, and all in between,
The colors of apples, a sight to be seen,
In orchards wide, they sway and shine,
A bounty of nature, oh so divine.
With every bite, a crunch so sweet,
An apple's taste is hard to beat,
Juicy and refreshing, it's a treat,
That can be enjoyed in any seat.
From pies to sauces, and everything more,
Apples are a versatile fruit, that's for sure,
And when they're baked, the aroma's pure,
A fragrance that's hard to endure.
So whether you're picking, biting, or baking,
An apple is a fruit worth taking,
For in its taste and in its shape,
An apple's goodness we can't escape.
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