The Apple Tree
Fallen cores and corpses
Lie beneath "The Apple Tree"
Orchard thoughts, grandma's house
Among her backyard fragrant breeze
A climb into the heaven's window
Constellations harvest is where I am led
Searching for mere angelic perfection
Further and further into the clouds of red
From God's hand beginning is how it ends
In temptation from "The Apple Tree"
And so it is so pleasing to mouth from hand
Unleashing tastes just meant to be
All the cores and corpses
Fallen heroes till the very end
Lie beneath "The Apple Tree"
Giving souls back, to nourish their next of kin
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2012
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