Same sun, overlooks the same mounts.
Same moon, slides through the same nights.
Same - The sun, mounts; moon, and nights!

And, - This same tree!

Yellows spread and fall.
Weathered skins are left all.
Out of rocks - naked roots bald.

The same tree! - night stars call.
The same old! - valley winds echo.
The same bored! - birds gossip so.

There comes THE day, at the crack of dawn.

Sun wakes up high on the east.
Dancing - the butterflies and bees.
All sing these same words:
"Not the same! not the same!"

There! bursting out of the rocks,
There! whispering to the old roots.
There! bathing in the morning dews,
There! eyes wide open to the valleys!

There, there! Oh - my tender green!