In a field of grain there stands the tree, alone
He watches the farmer sow the grain and mow it down again
Time and again the tree remains, alone
He sees the sun rise and the stars sing praise to the moon
Time and again, in all weather
The tree sighs - he might as well be air
Not a soul who honours his shade, though he faithfully shields the ground from the sun
The tree's branches crack with sorrow - who has ever not left him?
The grain tries to console him, but the tree knows: grain never stays
Grain scatters its seeds upon the wind and one can hear their song of life carry far,
until the farmer plants his new harvest
The tree sighs and lets his leaves fall when winter's cold reaches the halls of man
Beneath thick bark the tree tucks away his hope as the landscape fades and pales
The bare tree creaks; with grief as the hollow that takes hold, he enters spring
A bird comes flying in
It is a woodpecker, fighting her way through the canopy
She lands, sits in the hollow, and is gone again
She flies back and forth - hollow, ground, hollow, ground - and all at once
She fills the hollow with a nest
The tree cannot contain his rapture; this woodpecker he will praise for all eternity
And green buds burst forth for the woodpecker who sings so beautifully
There they clatter and creak, filling one another with love
21h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:17 PM UTC
In a field of grain there stands the tree, alone
He watches the farmer sow the grain and mow it down again
Time and again the tree remains, alone
He sees the sun rise and the stars sing praise to the moon
Time and again, in all weather
The tree sighs - he might as well be air
Not a soul who honours his shade, though he faithfully shields the ground from the sun
The tree's branches crack with sorrow - who has ever not left him?
The grain tries to console him, but the tree knows: grain never stays
Grain scatters its seeds upon the wind and one can hear their song of life carry far,
until the farmer plants his new harvest
The tree sighs and lets his leaves fall when winter's cold reaches the halls of man
Beneath thick bark the tree tucks away his hope as the landscape fades and pales
The bare tree creaks; with grief as the hollow that takes hold, he enters spring
A bird comes flying in
It is a woodpecker, fighting her way through the canopy
She lands, sits in the hollow, and is gone again
She flies back and forth - hollow, ground, hollow, ground - and all at once
She fills the hollow with a nest
The tree cannot contain his rapture; this woodpecker he will praise for all eternity
And green buds burst forth for the woodpecker who sings so beautifully
There they clatter and creak, filling one another with love
