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.