The day I read the poem
   Was the day they said to me
   This poem, isn’t about glee.
 
    I was stunned by these words
   I didn’t think about this at first;
   I just liked reading the verse
 
    It was a little saddening
   I loved this poem and it loved me
   The amber, apple, autumn tree.
 
    The amber, apple, autumn tree was the poem,
   The poem that struck something inside me.
   “Oh poem,” I did say, “you always bring me such glee.”

    The poem was like a refreshing drink
   On a warm summers day
   When I saw the poem it called out, “Hey!”

    As if the poem knew I was the one
   Who would love and cherish it
   On that day, in the fields I did sit,

    Smelling the grass, the bees, the flowers.
   The sunlight warmed my skin like a nice hot shower
   I was the fields and the poem was my flower.