Poor Man's Apple.

Poor man's apple tree slowly vanishing The nourishing fruit so scarce now The vagabond children amused once In getting the apple from cashew tree The ripe ones in golden colors The ripe ones in read and brick colors The ripe ones in yellow and orange color Somewhere missed the mindset of people They cut the tree for firewood logs The sold the tree for soft wood works The tree is becoming an endangered specie But thanks to government for saving a little There it becomes prone to pests And destroyed by nature its own plays The poor man's apple without insecticide The poor man's apple once so fruity The poor man's apple once so beautiful Served better the birds and animals They can't afford the costly purchase They are the poor ones always for nature.