White and green together heaves
The aspen all its glancing leaves.

Ever awake, like a ticking clock,
To and fro its branches rock.

From above, it is all a shimmer of green,
And milk-white when from below it is seen.

Most unpeaceable of trees,
It dances with the fitful breeze.

Up and down in windy weather
Wave its leaves, like a bird’s feather.

White and grey it gleams in the night,
Like a flock of doves in flight.