Spring in the orchard
The orchard looks nice
And it looks summery
Because the summer sun is coming
Through the different types of branches
On the different types of trees
The shade of the trees
Looks like a giant spider's web.
It's a fly's heaven and the trees
Look like dangling skeletons
The trees are set out
So it looks like a apple motorway
There are so many trees
That a sniper could hide in there
Some trees are falling down
But some trees are really straight
The trees look like big chocolate flakes
The trunk of the trees are very rough.
The structures of the trees are clearer
The buds are opening grandly
The crunch of twigs is getting nearer
The apples will surely be bramley.
Bare and lonely trees standing alone
Like skeletons in a graveyard
A few apples hanging on the trees
Rotting and moulding
The trees are highways, straight as rulers
Going on for ever, miles and miles
A few sheep wandering around with their young
Songbirds singing in the background
Mistletoe hanging, waiting for winter
A lonelysome pheasant calls for his partner
Tractors humming in the background
Lambs racing around playing tig
Geese honking and lying down to sleep zzzz.
Lambs are playing
Hens are laying
Orchard is close to blossom
Trees are sprouting
Dead wood is mounting
Upon the muddy green grass.
Wire round the trees to stop sheep rubbing, so helpful
Daffodils around the edge, so pretty
Geese honking at each other, so noisy
Cockerel crowing to his hens, so talkative
Lambs running and kicking, so playful.
Dark and flaky brown and bare
Tractors humming up and down
Trees are covered in all different colours
And bending in the breeze
Lots of humming by the bees
And lots of old dead broken leaves.