Sweet Woods

Before all the birds
in the woods start to chirrup,
the trees in the woods give their syrup

Before all the plants
in the woods start to flower,
the daylight grows longer by hour

Before everything
turns emerald green,
The snow gives the woods
a magical sheen

Sweet follows sweet
Follows sweet

In the woods
at the end of the street

Before cool takes the place
of the blazing sun,
The aestival rivers do run

Before squirrels gather nuts and bears prepare beds,
the ducks in the ponds
bury their heads

Before all the leaves
turn their manifold colors,
the woods give us blue, yellow, red and black feathers

Sweet follows sweet
follows sweet

In the woods
at the end of the street

In the woods
at the end of the street