Leaves fall

From the old apple tree

Twisted and gnarled

Is what we see

But inside the outside

Things go differently

Roots reach into the Earth

And on they will search

Up above, flowers bloom

Though they all meet their doom

And eventually comes the apple

Fresh and green

Young to the world

Of fear and pain

But someday the apple falls

Or is prey to the bird's calls

Oh tree standing tall

The earth will come to its doom

But still there your shadows bloom