BENEATH AN APPLE TREE
Fall has come to visit once again, watch the leaves float down,
The air changes here in this place, this place of change over years.
One thing that stands still here among change is an older apple tree,
What stories it would tell if only it could speak the words of man.
Beneath this old apple tree rests in a grave a man who once lived,
Let’s say his name was Ben, who was he, so many years before he was,
Ben was a family man with a wife and children on a small farm.
A good life as he along with his family did age just as the apple tree did,
Ben one day went away, the apple tree stayed, it has aged until this day.
Beneath an apple tree lies the body, the remains of a man, a memory,
Watched over and time spent, always, a man and a tree together they be.