Silver Trees

Silver trees 'neath silver skies,
With silver skin and gray-green hides:
When still, they seem a floating bog,
A terrace garden cloaked in fog,
Held aloft by steal-like beams,
With murky fountains and slumbering dreams.

Silver trees 'neath silver stars,
With silver beams and silver arms:
With winds they turn into a sea,
A flowing wave of silver leaves,
That floats beneath the starry haze,
Pouring from the Milky Way.

Silver trees 'neath bright blue skies,
Silver mountains in disguise,
Crowned with gold upon their peaks,
Dazzled by the bright sun streaks:
Behind this vale of watery lights,
Olympus hides on silver heights.

–浪漫ロマン (RDreher)