The Princess

There's a princess crunching through my leaves!
See her blue-sky dress and her autumn leafy crown.
"I'm princess of the leaves!" she sings. "I think that you should know."
So I shower her with red and orange and brown.
There beneath my branches of acorn nuts and beetles,
She laughs the purest laugh ever heard by tree or man
You'd never think a princess' laugh could make an old oak grin-
But it can!

There's a princess crunching through my leaves!
She smiles holding nothing back, her eyes aglow with wonder.
"I'm princess of the leaves!" she sings. "I think that you should know."
So my branches sway for her while she looks on from under.
Did you know a princess' gaze can make an old oak swell
And stand up tall just like the proudest tree that ever was,
And reach his arms out toward the sky for joy of being loved?
Well it does!

There's a princess crunching through my leaves!
How luminous, how regal - how beautiful she seems.
"I'm princess of the leaves!" she sings. "I think that you should know."
So my branches open wide and so the sunlight beams.
For he who knows the princess is a lucky scrap of timber.
She'll warm the very sap beneath that crusty bark of his.
You wonder, "Is an oak tree such a sentimental soul?"
Yes he is!