The prettiest thing of all to see,

The whole year round, is an apple tree.

In spring, it blossoms pink and white

And smells so fragrant, day and night.

In summer, apples start to grow

And leaves give shade to grass below.

In fall, the apples are ready to eat:

Shiny, crunchy, and very sweet.

In winter, snow falls everywhere

And branches catch the snow mid-air.

So, the prettiest thing of all, to me,

For all year long is the apple tree.