When I see the trees
Lush, rich and green
Looking washed and clean
After rains heavy
I feel like becoming small
Climbing the trees tall
Running through them
Like squirrels hurrying around
And I think I will find
More than just birds fine
Chirping and fluttering
Singing happily
I will find little fellows
Carrying arrows and bows
Shooting intruders entering
Their bowers without their knowing
I can see them guarding
Their homes and their darlings
Standing guard on the broad stem
Of the tree that is their hearth
Oh pesky little elves
I long to see thou and thine
In your greens that hide you
From prying eyes like mine
With long ears
Tall caps
Slim waist
Handsome face
Do you exist? I doubt not
In my heart of hearts
When I see the green
Outside my balcony.
Lush, rich and green
Looking washed and clean
After rains heavy
I feel like becoming small
Climbing the trees tall
Running through them
Like squirrels hurrying around
And I think I will find
More than just birds fine
Chirping and fluttering
Singing happily
I will find little fellows
Carrying arrows and bows
Shooting intruders entering
Their bowers without their knowing
I can see them guarding
Their homes and their darlings
Standing guard on the broad stem
Of the tree that is their hearth
Oh pesky little elves
I long to see thou and thine
In your greens that hide you
From prying eyes like mine
With long ears
Tall caps
Slim waist
Handsome face
Do you exist? I doubt not
In my heart of hearts
When I see the green
Outside my balcony.