In spring my hemlock
Dances gayly in flounces
Of jade green lace.
In summer moonlight
When a soft wind stirs
She dances with a delicate sapling.
They sway and bend in the wind,
And bow to the trees encircling.
I hear the laughter of their leaves.
In autumn she dances
With beech leaves in her hair,
But in winter I have found her still,
Crouching under a blanket of snow.