Apple Tree

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.”

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