Snow wheat

I ask how snow-wheat grows
On trees and then sun comes
And there is water a-dripping.

In the upper valley tall pines
Stand as if dead always there,
To be green soon after noon.

In the upper valley the trees
Eat snow-wheat for a sheen
When all is eaten turn green.

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