Apple Picking

Come and climb this apple tree, Sit here on this limb with me, Taste one of the apples, they are so sweet, Sitting here, it’s just you and me, Underneath this sky of blue, Is where I sit out on this limb with you, We are surrounded by apples of possibilities to pursue, Things I only do when I’m with you, These apples give us the hope we need, Letting us taste sweet victory, Things that couldn’t be reached, If sitting here was only me, Come and climb this apple tree, Sit here on this limb with me, Taste one of the apples, they are so sweet, Sitting here, it’s just you and me, What happens when your apple sprouts a worm? And this sturdy limb seems to be torn, The tree looses leaves with every wind blow, Good times are like seasons, they come and they go, So if your apple is not shiny enough, Know that the skin is just up front, Peel off the bruises and you’ll see, That these apples are the most sweet, Come and climb this apple tree, Sit here on this limb with me, I guess you didn’t trust this limb enough to believe, That sitting here, was once you and me, So peel away all of your old skin, And search for an apple on this limb, If it’s not the right one just choose again, Making a mistake is not a sin, But remember the apple you may adore, May not have the very best core, Come and climb this apple tree, Returning again, it’s easy to see, This limb can no longer hold you and me, But it can hold everything we once wanted to be.