The Tree
Fair and tall stands the tree,
Looking at the distant sea,
Crowned with the golden leaves,
Never felt she human fears.
And so she lived long,
Listening to silent song,
Of wind in which she bowed,
Might she be strong or proud.
And when came the rain,
She felt all the vain,
Of empty human life,
Led in fear and strife.
But then young lovers shelter took,
Below her crown of golden look,
In grass they made their bed,
In fallen leaves, frail and red.
And they lied, twisted together,
Touching, ignoring rainy weather,
Each seeing only the other one,
And she saw what it was to love.
And she repented her thoughts,
About these frail, lovely souls,
When she heard the tender word,
Spoken lowly, strong as world.
Then she saw all the tears,
Which ever flowed on human leers,
And she saw how it feels,
When love heals human fears.
Fair and tall stands the tree
Looking at the distant sea,
Crowned with the golden leaves,
In silence envies human fears.