I want to be an apple
Summer called to me, so I came to this tree
But I am green and sour
Not sure I can say
That I am a real apple today
Then the sun shining on the flowers said, “Of course you are.”
The rain gently knocking on the tiny leaves said, “Don’t worry, you are too.”
The wind blowing softly on its way, whispered, “Hello apple, my pal,”
Could it mean, maybe I am?
How do we know we’ve become
How do we know our journey is done
There’s always more time to come
I'm an apple, green in summer, yet still waiting
My heart is beating ‘cause I want to be
a “real apple” me
Then the sun shining on the flowers said, “Of course you are.”
The rain gently knocking on the tiny leaves said, “Don’t worry, you’re an apple too.”
The wind blowing softly on its way whispered, “Hello apple, my pal.”
Could it be, maybe I am?
How do we know we’ve become and
How do we know our journey is done
There’s always more time to come
I'm an apple, green in summer, yet still waiting
My heart is beating for the day I’ll be
A “real apple” me
Although I’m not yet there I know my time is due
My seed and stem and skin breaking through
Although I am still green I’ll carry on my way
While believing I’ll become someday
How do we know we’ve become
How do we know our journey is done
I know there’s more time to come
I'm an apple, green in summer, and I’m still waiting
My heart is beating for the day I'll see
the “real apple” me
Just keep believing I’ll become someday