The Apple Never Falls Far From the Tree

The Apple Never Falls Far From the Tree                            April 6, 2007

 

Mountain dew trickles down each blade of grass.

Never seen the likes of these wonders

Beneath a dusk sun in the city.

Country folk, the salt of the earth,

Are everywhere to be seen.

Around here, life is sweet,

No complexities to be seen.

Life is sweet, I dare say,

For the apple never falls far from the tree.

 

Grandpa whittles a duck

Whilst drinking milk on the porch.

Ma and Grams cook away,

Mounting a feast that can't be beat.

Pa and Jeb are out in the woods

Looking for deer to kill.

There ain't no Wal-Marts or grocery stores

To interrupt the flow of trees.

Just you and me in God's country.

The apple never falls far from the tree.

 

Well, butterflies and freedom cries

For the heart to open up and listen

To the wolves' howl and the chirping of lively fowl.

An old man sits by the stream,

Ditching all thought for a little song,

Pickin' his banjo as if it were a dream...

Oh, how I might lie down and watch the riverboat's steam! 

 

Here, life returns to the basics.

Life's all simple in ev'ry way.

The sun rises, then it sets,

And in between, there's night and day.

The smoke rises from the moonshine stills,

And the hum of bumblebees stings the air.

The wind blows through the trees,

Causing it to rain leaves.

I can't imagine it being any better in the city,

For here, the apple never falls far from the tree.