little tree, little tree,
dances nimbly, haw and gee.
Wind-weaved silk arms bend to me
Sings and spins, weaves and grins.
little tree, tiny tree,
teach to me to grow and be.
Lift me branch-high, build with me
songs and dances, clothes and glee.
little tree, Perfect tree,
what tears me away, you see,
is obligation, rule, and law-
no time to live in poetry.
little tree, lovely tree
dances nimbly, haw and gee
Wind-weaved silk arms beckon me
to sing and spin, weave and grin.
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