Swaying Trees

The water winds its way

Wanting somewhere else

With no sense of self

Sings its battling song

The mountain pack is gone

With Spring and Summer's sun

The snowmelt will run over

Wintered mounds

The branches far from bare

Pollen in the air

The potent love affair

Of the swaying trees

The swaying trees

Swaying trees

The coldness in the earth

Warm as the hearth

As the blossoms burn

Like blasts of fireworks

Fairy Rain will grow

In the spot we know

Where the wolves won't go

Where the lambs will sleep

The branches far from bare

Pollen in the air

The potent love affair

Of the swaying trees

The swaying trees

Swaying trees

The thresher in the leaves

The Thrushes in the trees

The competition breeds

Such a symphony

The season may be brief

The growth after the grief

The green is such relief

From the Winter grey

Well as for you and me

We'll just have to see

Only time will tell

What the harvest brings to me

The branches far from bare

Pollen in the air

The potent love affair

Of the swaying trees

The swaying trees

The swaying trees