Jeanne ~ Dancing Butterfly


The frozen grown all wet with rain
Snow falling on the terrain
Trees are asleep through all this pain
Waiting for spring to come again

They speak to us in the breeze
With all that chill not too pleased
They will awake very soon
When all is dry and Flowers bloom

The Limbs will shake off the Snow
Will hold on when Wind blows
The Season will change I know
The Trees will Love it so

The Birds will chirp away
With the rebirth of the Leaves
With all the Spirits in the Trees
I give my thanks to him above
For giving us Trees with all his Love