The trees are calmer now as if they care.

The summer heat of Monday  disappeared
The brightness of the sky  filled me with love
Winter is still closer than we feared

Now in  the gale  the trees of birds are cleared
Grey rain clouds  will  congregateI above
The summer heat of Monday  disappeared

In a winter storm, I am not scared
I watch the channel  of the soothing dove
Winter is still closer than we feared

I’m lonely, sitting restless in the chair
Even death can feel like a rebuff
The  ardent heat of Monday  disappeared

The trees are calmer now, as if they care.
I feel  I ‘ve  lived with anguish long enough
Darkness is still closer than we feared

The tress are sacred standing in the  grove
A second is   eternal in rheir love
The summer heat of Monday  disappeared
Winter is much closer than we feared