The apple is featured
At Christmastime.
Its presence graces
The holiday's chime.
Gold, red and green,
Of natural hue,
Give the apple
A delightful view.
Its scent is fresh,
Nostalgic too,
Aiding the proverb:
It's "good for you."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the fact that you see somethinng poetic in apples. Isn't that what moves a poet: seeing everyday things from a special angle and put in melodious words?