The Apple Tree of Time

Little Mateo, two years small,
Helped his mommy, stand up tall.
An apple seed, a tiny sprout,
In earth so soft, they put it out.

“Grow, little tree,” Mateo said,
As water drops kissed its head.
He’d pat the dirt, with chubby hand,
“Grow big and strong, across the land!”

Year one went by, Mateo grew,
He learned to run, and tie his shoe.
The seedling stretched, a tiny stick,
Mateo laughed, “Look, it’s getting quick!”

Year two and three, the tree got wide,
Mateo learned to climb, and slide.
The tree grew leaves, a leafy crown,
Mateo played near, up and down.

Year four and five, Mateo read,
While branches danced above his head.
The tree got flowers, pink and white,
Mateo smiled, with pure delight.

Year six arrived, Mateo was tall,
He played with friends, a bouncing ball.
The tree was big, a sturdy friend,
Their growing journey, had no end.

Year seven came, a sunny day,
Red apples hung, and swayed away.
Mateo reached up, with eyes so bright,
“Mommy, look! Our apple’s ripe tonight!”

He took a bite, a juicy crunch,
A happy smile, a tasty lunch.
Like Mateo grew, the tree did too,
Strong and tall, and good and true.

From tiny seed, to fruit so sweet,
Growing up, a lovely treat.
Just like the tree, and Mateo too,
Love and care, make dreams come true.

Moral: It highlights the beauty of growing together, like a child and a tree, through love and care.