Where the river flows from the turquoise foaming sea
Passing over smooth seashells, worn down from the relentless motion
The water feeds the earth and the earth feeds the tree
But all of this, life, comes from the ocean

And the trees that came from this water
That began as a seed and grew so much taller
Huddle round like a mother and father
The little trees that still need so much water

These trees, when the wind blows
Their leaves dance a graceful ballet
In the swirling, twirling endless breeze
And they show me what joy can mean

The dark wood becomes a beautiful sandy
brown when a ray of light falls on it
The tree, who have seen so much,
felt so much, must not move to help a soul
The roots are sunk down into the moist earth,
never to see the ray of sun that lights up the tree they are part of.