The tyrants gone , his dreams of conquest thwarted for this year.
His cadres will regroup, return anew, but have no fear.
Think how valiantly you fought, his forces couldn’t breach your wall.
Your branches wrestled with a Sumo Wind and took no fall
And when his icy missiles fell, hail, sleet, and lashing rain
You sank a little with each blow but, uncowed, stood erect again.
Though all the elements allied to force his sovereighty
They found in you their match, my pround unconquerable tree.
But peace has come again, our good Queen Spring now has her day.
Time for renewal, offspring, while her rule benign holds sway.
Greet her with fragile florets and soft leaves as bunting.
Welcome her loyal bees, with bounteous spoils reward their hunting.
Cradle to your bosom avian young and, using this respite,
Build up reserves for battles future that will try your might.