The Orchard

Take this fruit from Grandmother’s tree    
It’s enough for you and me
Save the seeds, an orchard grow
What we do is what we know

Songbirds circle overhead
At dusk they settle in their beds
Among the apples growing sweet   
Their love songs touch us in our sleep

The branch that’s bent so shall it grow  
As the seasons roll on            
All we dream and all we hope  
Carries us on as the orchard  grows

Babe's first steps upon the ground    
Like an orchard make a sound
Of fruit falling from a tree    
The sounds of home and family

Of summer leaves in a gentle wind
All the stories of our kin
The orchard teaches us to prune       
Away the old to grow anew

The branch that’s bent so shall it grow  
As the seasons roll on
All we dream and all we hope  
Carries us on

Down in the root cellar      
‘midst jars of summers yore
The roots of the orchard      
Show us who we are           
As the orchard grows