ode to a tree

hither and thither, peekity-boo
hello mr sparrow, how do you do?
the sun's barely risen on a cool cloudy day
yet here y'are already, zippin' away!

squizzle and squazzle, slither and squeeze
hey mr earthworm, ain't it a breeze?
the dew's made em soft and the wind's made em fall
green un's and brown un's, can't eat em all!

among life and motion, still stands the tree:
but all things considered, it's her blossoms that I
feel compelled to hold above all I see;
it's like they've soaked up some evening sky
to touch this grayness, and the gray inside me.