Hills of Green

Dance trees, dance trees
in the wind they sway,
emerald hills of green
bow as if in a fine ballet.

Their branches bend and arch
from the heavens to the ground,
the shimmer of the many leaves
sparkle as they trickle down.

The summer rain is falling
and the sun still shines thru,
as I glance out at the hollow
at a sky still magically blue.

The evening is quite special
for I know that I'm not alone,
though  I sit by the window
my heart with yours a glow.

Dance trees, dance trees

in the wind they sway,

emerald hills of green

bow as if in a fine ballet.