apple blossom mother of spring her branches cradle sleeping buds yawning open welcomed by an aging man he greets them fondly with memories of when her boughs 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 her 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 fell cold and still 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 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 couldnt surrender the hopes they had sired so in her folded hands he placed a seed from their favorite tree and he laid her to rest neath a blanket of white until they meet again in the springtime now he stands beneath the apple blossoms every year where they used to go walking and from above shes always watching but her body lies neath the apple blossoms mother of the spring the sleeping buds she cradles slowly yawn open welcomed by an aging man he greets them fondly 