Queen Of Apples

Queen Of Apples
© Surazeus
2017 12 09

She stands on the mountaintop in starlight,
singing beautiful songs that no one hears.
She gazes at eerie enchanting sight
of endless mountains rolling into years.

She walks the forest, listening to trees,
which twist hungry branches to flashing skies,
explain the mystery of whispering breeze
to draw pulsing forms in her dreaming eyes.

She touches fluttering leaves with curious hand
to understand the song of their true name.
She blazes unseen trails across the land
and chases prancing deer in spriteful game.

She walks from wilderness of singing wind
into the crowded maze of city streets.
She smiles at everyone as trusted friend
and seeks to understand each soul she meets.

She gives away everything she makes free
but weeps hungry when they turn her away.
She leaves the city to find her name tree
and eats sweet apples while branches sway.

She brings wagon of apples to the town
where hungry children kiss her generous hand.
She sings under the tree in fluttering gown,
our beloved queen of the starving land.