Teachings of an apricot tree

I opened my eyes to the splendor of the apricot tree

He had blossomed that night, in secret, for me

And offered his gift with an open heart
With no fear that I will only tear it apart.

So I looked out the window and wished I could smile

But all I could hear was your voice for a while

Talking and scheming, making plans in the garden

Things to do when I'm gone and I won't be a burden.

I wished I could be your apricot tree

To blossom my love for you to see

And offer my gift with an open heart

With no fear that you'll eventually tear it apart.