  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. |
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