Beneath the apple tree
its quite, safe, and free.
The wind is soft the
ground warm,
I think I'll never leave.

Under the large dark leaves
sunlight hits and feeds,
young veins to tiny seeds.

There's no reason to leave.

When a storms a blowin
dark clouds come rollin,
Thunder clapping and
Lightning flashing,
but you know I'll never leave.

Let the rain shower
It can't drown my laughter,
These roots run too deep.