Of Apples

I munch and crunch until all that's left are the memories (sweetness,red, and yellow) and the faint smell of summer.


I munch and crunch
until all that's left
are the memories
(sweetness, red, and yellow)
and the faint smell
of summer.


I munch and crunch
                                until all that's left
are the memories
                            (sweetness, red, and yellow)
and the faint smell
                              of summer.


I
munch
and
crunch
until
all
that's
left
are
the
memories
(sweetness,
red,
and
yellow)
and
the
faint
smell
of
summer.