My hand reached for the blue sky

But my hand was just too shy

At the orchard where all the fruits sit

I am here to pick

For I want the very best apple

 

The trees sway in the wind

Until they begin to bend

Acres of trees spread across the land

The trees are looking so very grand

For I am looking for the best apple

 

Where I stand and see all the trees

I start to feel that summer breeze

I feel a delight where I see

An apple falls without the fright

For I am searching for the best apple

 

My hands reach down

Towards the ground

And I pick up the fallen apple

I turn it around

And realize I found

The very best apple