The trees would never stand still,
They'd dance and twirl on the never ending hills,
The wind would blow in there tops,
And they would never stop,
Until the day they came,
And put the trees to shame,
Forever to standstill it seemed,
Until the four came and they were redeemed,
Once free again to dance and twirl,
To dip and lunge and swirl,
The trees dance and sleep and dance again,
And will forever dance until they meet there end.
