He of the upper valley comes
Sometime to our upper story,
When snow is less, trees more.

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.

It is how upper valley works,
In my upper story he tells me
In ways vague and temporary.

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

He of upper valley is vague,
About all things in the world.
Upper fog makes him vague.