The Connection Between Trees and Time

In the orchard of memories,

Where time's branches twist and twine,

The fruit of the past ripens unseen,

A harvest lost to the confines of time.

Each tree a relic of ages long past,

Whispering secrets to the wind,

Their roots reaching deep into yesterday,

An unseen harvest waiting to be thinned.

The apples of youth, sweet and crisp,

The cherries of love, tart and wild,

The pears of wisdom, ripe and wise,

All waiting for the touch of time's gentle hand.

So let us wander through this orchard of dreams,

Plucking memories from the branches above,

For in the unseen harvest of trees and time,

We find the fruit of life and love.