Seven beautiful trees
One dying
One reduced
To a pile of wood
One dying
One reduced
To a pile of wood
On a beautiful
Fall day
With a light blanketing
Of snow
On a beautiful
Fall day
With a light blanketing
Of snow
Is like adding
Sprinkles
To frosting
Winter gnaws at the bit
Eager, snorting
But the trees
Shed snow faster than leaves
The last thing on your mind
Is an avalanche
But it shouldn’t be
They come to rise up
Then to speed down
To glide on silken slopes
The graceful arc of edges
I come for my friends
For the best band in the town
For the wood and the charm
The best Après around