Apple Blossom

Mother of the Spring
Her branches cradle slipping
Buds  yawning open
Welcome by an aging man
He greets them fondly
With memories of when
Her bows were arms that
Held him as a younger man
Together  they would marvel at
The birth of Springtime
Now he stands beneath
The apple blossoms
Every year where they
Used to go walking
And he tells Her about
The summer and the autumn
The winter in his heart
And their Apple blossoms
In summer they would dream
Of being three and smile
Imagining how round
As the apples on the ground
That fall
They loved and waited
But winter came too soon
Before their seed could bloom
She wilted from the chill
And all felt cold and still
Now he stands beneath
The apple blossoms
Every year where they
Use to go walking
And he tells Her about
The summer and the autumn
The winter in his heart
And their Apple blossoms
As he opened the
Earth to receive her
He prayed heaven would
Be waiting to meet her
He kisses her cold cheek goodbye
But he couldn't surrender
The hope they had sired
So in her fallen hands
He placed a seed from
Their favorite tree
And he laid her to rest
Beneath the blanket of white
Til they'd meet again
In the springtime
Now he stands beneath
The apple blossoms
Every year where they
Used to go walking
And from above
She's always watching
But her body lies beneath
The apple blossoms
Apple blossoms
Blossom
Blossom
Blossom
Mother of the Spring
Her branches cradle slipping buds
Slowly  (they) unopen
'Welcome  by an aging man'
He greets them fondly
Fondly
Her branches cradle slipping buds