The Silver Birch Tree

There is cold to come and cold there has been,
And the wind shakes the leaves
From the silver birch tree,

There’s frost in store to nip the buds
Tricked into the light by autumn sun
Sun which warmed the silver birch tree

And there’s rain to lash the poles where the beans
Grew thick and long and surprised you it seemed
In that old summer garden with the silver birch tree

Winter has come and there’s ice in the pale
The clods of tilled earth are as hard as a nail
While the bark splits on the silver birch tree

But Spring will arrive with bickering birds,
Its promise its new buds and a warming wind
So the leaves can dance free on the silver birch tree

That’s where I’ll meet you when winter is done
When snow meets the river and earth meets the sun
There in the garden you’ll find me, dancing for you 
and your silver birch tree