One day she came upon an orchard
Trees heavy with apples sweet and red
The most succulent fruit ever grown
For on hope and love they were fed.
She sat a while and nibbled the fruit
The orchard flourished bathed in her tears of joy
Basking in the sunlight of her love
Never dreaming what lurked behind her smile so coy
For when the woman decided
She’d eaten quite her fill
She set about arranging
A slow burning, bitter pill
At first it seemed so harmless
As she wandered far and long
But in the silence struck its blow
And withered trees once strong
With sharpened words and burning jabs
She set about her final task
Sowing the field with ash and salt
So love never would grow back
