The Apple Tree
The old man’s church is his garden
For here he feels close to God
He often prays
Thanks the Lord for his days
And has little chats with his dog
The robin sings his songs of praise
The chickens cluck along
Butterflies dance joyfully by
Little Ted watches on
Bees collect pollen from thistle crowns
Beneath the apple tree
And the one thing they all have in common
Is the truth that has set them free
