OK! It's True.... I am a Tree Hugger

the dancing quaking aspen

The dancing quaking aspen, is the darling of the trees.

she’s lovely and she’s graceful, swaying pretty as you please.

The shaking, quaking aspen, kicks up her hem to dance.

and sways with winds a singing, her limbs like legs to prance.

The tempo of the music, whistles through the air.

and leaves like hands a spinning, grasp every gust so fair.

Like pinwheels in the breezes, her branches turn to fly. 

across the great expanses, in tune with partnered sky.

And when the storm is played out, and dancers have a rest.

the tune heard in the stillness, are the bird’s songs in their nest.

The Oak, the Birch, the Maple, stand stalwart in the wind.

but the darling quaking aspen, is the girl I’d ask again.

Woody