Apple Blossom

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 spring time 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 (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 fell 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 after, as she fell He prayed heaven would be waiting to meet her He kisses her cold cheek goodbye, But he couldn't surrender the hope of staying silent So in her fallen hands he placed a seed from their favorite tree And he laid her to rest beneath the blanket of white 'Till they'd meet again in the spring time Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms, Every year where they used to go walking Walking, hmm, mmm Walking And from above she's always watching But her body lies beneath the apple blossoms Apple blossoms Blossom Blossom Blossom Mother of the spring The sleeping bud she cradles, Slowly, unopened Welcome by an aging man He greets them fondly Fondly, beneath the apple blossoms Beneath the apple --- Apple Blossom - Esperanza Spalding