Flowers in the forest,
Gay violets so blue
Are sprinkled with the stardust
That makes the morning dew.
The roses, dainty petals
Colored pink and white
Are sending forth the fragrance
To scent the silent night.
The sentinels of the forest,
Pine trees lofty, high
Sharpen up their needles
And scratch the evening sky.
They make holes for starlight
Gently to come through.
To let the tints of silver
Peer through the misty blue. |