Come, my little one, to the green
In the trees, you will be safe
All protected, no rack or ruin to harm
With gentle air and burbling water
Our summer leaves will not fall.
We keep our own season within:
With our magic, we are able to live
To fight off winter’s decay.
Our life is long, does not wane;
So come my child, to the evergreen.

(Words: green, safe, rack, water, fall, within, able, fight, wane, child)