The Trees
I choose to see the trees
When nothing on earth gives joy
I choose to hear the songs of the birds
In the cool hours when the dew spreads
Its wings, to wet my world
Let the leaves dance with the wind as
I watch the dance of nature
In this lonely world where friend are few
And foes are many
In the trees I found a friend
Though you chide my choice
Yet it is the best in this vain
The green of the leaves, the colors of the flowers
The dance in the wind
The endurance in the odds
Sometimes raining be my choice
And sunny too hot my hut
In the bright day standing still
And in darkness never fret
And when wearied by time
The beauty remains in my heart unfading.
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