Come dance with me in mushroom rings
Sing the songs that nature sings.
Tales of amber autumn leaves that slumber
gently neath the trees.
Whose willowy arms caress the breeze.
As they sway and bend, a waltz lament,
so soon to freeze.
When crystal crowns of snow's first fall,
welcomes frost to winters ball.
Snowflakes twirl, in a blanket fall, that
covers gently, a sleeping thrall.
To wake when green, a surging tide, sweeps
the earth's last snow aside.
Surging forth with sap and glee, to stir the
bumble of the bee.
Now sit, be gentle, neath the tree's and arm
in arm, just float the breeze.