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I am the apple tree, my life a cycle of change,Through the seasons, I transform, my beauty never the same. In spring, I awaken and bloom, delicate flowers adorn my boughs, As summer arrives, I bear fruit, green apples that grow and plough.
As fall approaches, my fruit ripen, red or gold, a sweet delight, Birds and bees partake, but for you, I save the best bite. With autumn's chill, my leaves fall, my branches now bare, I slumber through winter, dormant, but always there.
I am the apple tree, my life a cycle, a story to tell,Through the seasons, I change, but my beauty always dwell.
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