The Tree
(reworked version, the original is here: The Tree)
Fair and tall stands the tree,
Looking at a distant sea…
Wearing a crown of golden leaves,
Never felt she human fears.
In these hills lived she long,
Ever listen’d to silent song —
Caress of the wind loved she so,
Wherever went he, would she go.
And in autumn storm and rain,
Thought she about all that vain,
Dwelling in an empty human life,
Ever filled with fear and strife.
But one day —
Young lovers shelter sought,
Under her crown, goldly wrought,
In fallen leaves took their rest,
Watched the sea from the crest.
And down they lied — together,
Heedless of the rain and weather,
Both caring just for the other one…
She seen they too could love.
Upon the trunk sat the maid,
His head in her lap — laid.
While around slowly comes the dark,
Her cheek gently leans on the bark.
And the tree felt all those tears,
Which ever flowed on human leers,
And she learnt how it feels,
When love heals human fears.
Fair and tall stands the tree
Looking at a distant sea…
Wearing a crown of golden leaves,
In silence envies human fears.