A Lorax Libretto

                Anxious seeds settling into the slushy snow. 
                                      

                                                        Frosted stream edges mimic froth on root beer.

  STOMP THE SLUSH.  I had forgotten how much fun it is to test the exact fall-through-itness of layers of ice, licking trickling ice water slicking the underbelly of the snow. Thank you little Gage, for reminding me with your two-footed STOMPS in the driveway puddles.

     Trees hold up trees hold up trees hold up          trees.

Big trees hold up big trees.

Wow. Two chums, both TREES but different kinds, different ages,  grow

 leanin' on each other. 

Oh, strong and flexible Wolf Tree, unchanging, 57 years a mere minute in your cycles of sap, 

new growth, lightning strikes, swaying in the wind forever.