Young Orchard - Richard Wilbur

These trees came to stay. Planted at intervals of Thirty feet each way, Each one stands alone Where it is to live and die. Still, when they have grown To full size, these trees Will blend their crowns, and hum with Mediating bees. Meanwhile, see how they Rise against their rootedness On a gusty day, Nodding one and all To one another, as they Rise again and fall, Swept by flutterings So that they appear a great Consort of sweet strings.