The Apple Tree

The Apple Tree

By Arci Brown

At times,
When the snow falls,
Or a clock chimes,
And a bird calls,

I thought,
Such along time ago,
About a seed in a pot,
That was beginning to grow,

Beautiful and bright,
Under the sun,
With all it's might,
A little one,

It was beginning to be,
(And very beautiful too)
An apple tree,
For me and you,

It stood there glowing,
Like a bright star,
And we are still knowing how it came this far

When a flower grows

When a flower grows

By Arci Brown

When a flower grows,
Everybody knows,
How it became this way,
At the dawn of day,

First it was a tiny seed,
With lots of need,
For rain and sun,
At the beginning it was a little one,

It grew and grew,
And the grass knew,
That it was a beautiful sight,
Growing big and bright,

With lots of love,
And tender care,
Up above,
The flower grew there