Always A Green Pine
After August had her say
And her brown had come to stay
The sky was still bright with blue
And a pine was good as new
August was for all intent
Determined to see the pine tree spent
And directed a rain cloud tall
To rain not on the pine at all
When August was finally done
Autumn fair had begun
And he was a fine old chap
And brought the pine’s showers back
The Fall was soon cool and crisp
And leaves fell and were missed
But the pine kept her boughs
Beautiful and alive somehow
And there was green in the Winter
Despite the snows of December
And the pine was the greatest i’ve seen
As if it were the middle of Spring