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.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 12:48 PM UTC
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.
