There he is my friend
So tall, and swaying in the winter wind
To watch him from my frosted window
I want him for my beau


Long limbs reaching out to the dark
My arms need to stretch around his winters bark
Naked, except a covering of fine frost
He is free but I am lost


The stars and moon keep him near
To watch him change throughout the year
The clouds caress his boughs
I am his, if he allows