GREEN GREETINGS

There’s a chubby green face
in the old gnarled tree.
It sits tippy-top on a twig.
It’s got eyes, nose and mouth and …
fancy that:
it’s even got a wig.
Then the wind comes and takes it,
and shakes it about.
It’s got arms now, a body.
It is without doubt a green little fellow
with the face of a troll.
He keeps looking at me, right into my soul
while he moves, twists and turns and startles me so.
I wished he’d turn ’round, or at least look away,
but he stares and he stares, so long as I stay.
So I finally turn ’round.
He is just in my mind!
But his eyes bore right through me from behind.
About face I turn.
I can’t stand it much longer,
just to encounter that stare even stronger.
Whoops, a squirrel lands near him
and gives him a shove.
There!
His eyes grow so gentle, almost with love.
Then he lets me go free?
But that green little fellow who now full of glee
is grinning a green grin from ear to ear
is sending his leaf-green greetings to me:
From his eye falls a raindrop, big as a tear.
And now I am happy.
I had nothing to fear.
That dear, wise, old wonderful tree
loves and protects even me.