How may flowers must there be in fields as rich as these
and many trees both weak and strong are christened by your breeze
And as your sunlight flickers down through eyelids gently resting
I've many a thought for birds and bees and creatures that lie nesting
Your silence is a wondrous hush, no calmer feeling felt
And I recall the silence then as on your earth I knelt
Beneath the tree that bares your fruit, I saw the shadows falling
And I'll return as in a dream when next I hear your calling
For you are life and I am bound to heed you till the end
for I am man and like the trees before you I must bend.
