Beside these somber, thinking trees
Let go of all your sorrow,
For love was made for living days,
Which are not ours to borrow.

The water sings its peaceful song,
Each birth a resurrection —
Both empty sky and pensive trees
Are there in its reflection.

So let love fill your heart as may,
Don’t wait until tomorrow —
And give the quiet, thinking trees,
Your worry and

Your sorrow