Apple Tree, by Bridget Beth.
About a month ago I saw a big gnarled tree in the country. I would have thought it was dead, its branches were so black and twisted. But its roots must have gone deep down into the river, for dangling from its old boughs were bright red apples. A reminder that no matter how bleak circumstances may be, and no matter how old we think we are, it is never too late to bear fruit.