Little Wren and Little Billie
Sit and sing and flit about her
They sing joyful, vibrant songs to her, for her and about her
Through her gnarled and knotted branches
She is The Aged Apple Tree
She knows you well and kept you hid
She fed you the fruits that she grew upon herself
The harvest is abundant
Her flowers wreathed, she crowns you
The spring romances those who stumble upon her
Her roots are deep in succulent soil
My eyes cannot bear to turn away from her
Sweetness is offered
Safety and strength
“Apple Tree, Apple Tree
Make me your friend.”
