THE APPLE TREE

When an apple tree is ready for the world to come and eat,

There is n'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.