Trees, gods of summer, defend you from light
Provide you with fruit and cast pain away.
Trees in the summer give from their might, shed you as you find your way

In autumn they wither away
Wounded by ice spears and and arrows of cold.
Leaves fall, naked and stark they stand.

In winter, in cold, they crack, and they fall
As clouds take the sky, they concead the battle.
Nothing lasts forever.

In spring they may rise, with heat and some love all that was lost might come again.
The mighty gods, lost in the fight, may rise to the battle
In summer they protect from the light. Until winds of winter come again...