Old Fir Tree swayed in a chilly wind
Thinking of warm summer days.
Hed heard there were places far away
Which always had balmy haze,
And Sun shone bright and Breeze was soft
And all things were at play,
So he made up his mind to travel there
And Cedar heard him say,
I really dont need to be standing here
Freezing myself to the roots,
Wrapping myself in lichen scarves
And old duff overboots.
Ill just pack up and leave this cold
And head for a warmer clime.
Ive heard of a lovely little isle
Where sea rung pink shells chime
On sandy beaches hot with sun
Where Winter has no time.
But this intention, loudly made,
Brought cries of, Please dont go!
How would the rest of us get by
In all the cold and snow?
Mouse has her house below your roots,
Deer rests beneath for shelter
From rain and sleet and snow and blow
And all that winter welter.
Bird needs you as a hangar safe
For quick and easy housing,
And Squirrel wont have his store of cones
For midwinter carousing.
Owl needs somewhere to sit and hoot,
Raccoons your branches spreading
For climbing up with all their young
To use your greens for bedding.
Therell be a gap above the rocks
Where Snake has wintered in,
And Lichen says the souths too hot,
Hell wither and grow thin.
Your top is highest of them all
Where Raven keeps lookout
To warn us all of danger near
With his loud warning shout.
On hearing this, Fir Tree, surprised,
Said he had no idea(r)
That he was so appreciated
Just by living here.
His plan was dropped, the snow came down,
And everyone agreed
Without Fir Tree to keep them safe
They would be lost indeed.
They said, All winter we will make
A happy celebration,
Declaring they were fortunate
In such a situation.
Fir said, Ill swap the sun for fun
In cheerful neighbouring,
And then before we know its here
We all can welcome Spring!
Lynetta and Per