Singing Trees

O tree of trees, neath skies of blue
I once was glad and young with you!

And now at last you sing to me,
Of all the years, that used to be!

a tree who slowly, softly weaves,
The “Songs of Summer” through her leaves!

A tree who bends, as winds go by
And autumn sunsets paint the sky!

A tree who marks, when years are gone-
In tiny rings, if rains were long!

I know that I can never write,
The song your branches, weave tonight!

A tree whose musician, the rain,
Plays on its leavs, “The Old Refrain.”

Oh Kilmer! take this song from me,
For I hve known, and loved, your tree!

Oh tree, I wish some day to lie,
Close by you, neath the prairie sky!