The Apple Tree
When an apple tree is ready for the world to
come and eat,
There isn’t any structure in the land that’s
“got it beat.”
There’s nothing man has builded with the
beauty or the charm
That can touch the simple grandeur of the
monarch of the farm.
There’s never any picture from a human
being’s brush
That has ever caught the redness of a single apple’s blush.
When an apple tree’s in blossom it is glorious
to see,
But that’s just a hint, at springtime, of the
better things to be;
That is just a fairy promise from the Great
Magician’s wand
Of the wonders and the splendors that are
waiting just beyond
The distant edge of summer; just a forecast
of the treat
When the apple tree is ready for the world
to come and eat.
Architects of splendid vision long have labored
on the earth,
And have raised their dreams in marble and
we’ve marveled at their worth;
Long the spires of costly churches have looked
upward at the sky;
Rich in promise and in the beauty, they have
cheered the passer-by.
But I’m sure there’s nothing finer for the eye
of man to meet
Than an apple tree that’s ready for the world
to come and eat.
There’s the promise of the apples, red and
gleaming in the sun,
Like the medals worn by mortals as rewards
for labors done;
And the big arms stretched wide open, with a
welcome warm and true
In a way that sets you thinking it’s intended
just for you.
There is nothing with a beauty so entrancing,
so complete,
As an apple tree that’s ready for the world to
come and eat.
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