The apple tree, still stands there.
Sometimes, I go there,
sitting under the tree.
Sometimes, I climb that tree,
reaching out to pick an apple.

And sometimes, I climb high,
like I use to when I was a boy,
Sometimes, I look down below,
thinking of those times

In the Heartwood,
how I would sneak a peek
at my hero.

And still, I sneak off to that
ole apple tree,
or fly high above,
sneaking a peek at
my hero.


Wylliam

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Variach, in the year 237 MA.