Saga of Rodney Toady: North Meadow

The breeze makes the trees wave and chant (?) 
  North meadow for willow trees far (?) 

  When the red-eyed sun comes yawning 
  Wakes the meadow, makes the morning 
  There starts another day 
  Nature lends her subtle bounty 
  Seasoning this rustic county 
  Cares are a world away 

  The breeze makes the trees wave and chant (?) 
  North meadow for willow trees far (?) 

  One small meadow, four tall willows 
  Murmur as the autumn wind blows 
  Summer was everything 
  Hanging by the minnowed river 
  Winter makes the willow shiver 
  Suddenly there is spring