The pines , the vines
It climbs , for shine
It gropes , it hopes
The rope , it chokes

The breeze , they tease
the trees , the leaves
They stutter , they flutter
The ground , they cover

The ground , its crowned
The mound , is browned
to earth , its worth
Brings forth , re-birth

The sun, so fun
The days begun
The rays , it sprays
But once its done

The moon , too soon
It swoons , it ruins
The light , too slight
No might, the sight

The dark , so stark
It harks , it marks
The night , in spite
It smites , the light

The water , moons daughter
It wanders, its borders
It flows , it knows
It glows , it shows

The night , turns white
The light , so bright
The moon , is gone
The dawn’s , re-born