I love the nurseries,
Where, all arow,
The trees stand up and grow--
The little trees:
Willow and larch and fir,
Chestnut and juniper,
Rowan and copper beech,
Each by each. Shy aspens slim and fair
Go trembling;
White birches toss and fling
Rain from their hair--
Soft rain that fell to-day,
Warm silver rain of May--
O scent along the breeze
Of young wet trees! And there are fruit trees small,
Apple and pear--
Pink petals through the air
Scatter and fall;
Laburnums' yellow shower,
And lilacs full of flower..
I am in love with trees
In nurseries.