Old tree

I ‘ve found looking at the apple tree very moving.
Until we came here I had never seen one.
Now it’s getting old; all its companions have gone
See how beautifully, how graciously
it accepts the light
and how it’s twisted over the years
following the sun.
See its shadow on the fence.
How trees beguile our hearts.
I began this post as prose
but then I  neer could resist singing