I saw trees from the window of a bus

To study the trees and love for them
That is to marry change
And wind yourself with the clock
That circles steady around the earth

When the knotted branches twist bare of leaves
And the straight trunks form the perfectest advance
Backed by the first good snow,
To the
Laughing puffs of all-green
Wrestled from drowsy buds
By that torrent we name Spring
Only to shed again when the winds change

To watch the trees is to believe
They love you
Only your bare soul
Wrapped in honest thoughts of love