Why did the oak tree laugh,
At the tickling of the breeze?
Because the sun played hide and seek,
Peek-a-boo with shadows and leaves!
What whispers behind mossy stones?
Giggles and murmurs of unseen clones!
A squirrel recites a riddle true,
"What’s hollow and jestful, made just for you?"
Skedaddle, skedoodle, in the brown twilight,
Name that tree that shines so bright!
The answer, dear friend, is under your nose,
Just listen close, wherever it flows.