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 whiteTil
They'd meet again in the springtime
Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms
Every year where they used to go walking
Walking
And from above she's always watching
But her body lies beneath the apple blossoms
Apple blossoms
Blossom.Blossom.Blossom
Mother of the Springher branches cradle slipping budsSlowly, unopen
Welcome, by an aging man'He greets them fondly.Fondly
Her branches cradle slipping buds