verdant

O'er verdant land
the sun hangs high
and lushness covers all.
From winter's sleep
the trees grope towards
wakefulness
and fecund, find
new tenants.
They arrive and taste
the treasures arrayed
as hors d'ouvres
at a ball and in
their fanciest dress
they dance their dances
for each other
and the watchful eyes
of those who see
them as the hors d'ouvres.