our orchard

Bright green trees and Apple blossoms brightening the sky Any of the trees perfect To house our next picnic And we run through The luscious green grass Playing and squealing Till we fall together Under our favorite tree We kiss and laugh And tease and kiss And hold each other tight Looking up Flowers dying The leaves wilting The branches drooping And in your orchard The leaves turn brown Crumbling to the ground You cut down the tree And in my orchard It all turns green Watering and nursing I talk to my tree Till the leaves grow green And flowers are seen For no grass is greener than your own the orchard has died but in our souls the memory lives reminding us how green it once was