
Tree
With indifferent forehead and calmness
the dawns and dusks I shall greet
like a tree I’ll stand to face evenly
the tempest or the blue sky
life is called, I’ll say, the coffin where
the joy and sorrow of man will end

Tree
With indifferent forehead and calmness
the dawns and dusks I shall greet
like a tree I’ll stand to face evenly
the tempest or the blue sky
life is called, I’ll say, the coffin where
the joy and sorrow of man will end