The solemn trees stand bare and dry
In misery, immersed
The angels, o’er the heavens high
Shed tears to quench their thirst

Once all Earth cried in pain for life
Each angel shed a tear
From gray the clouds to end such strife
Endured in winters ere’

And blessed the trees that now stand tall
Renewed for now they drank
For Heavens high, the angels all
In renewal now they thank

Once again when winter, arrives
And knocks on spring’s bright door
And the winds, sharp, life all deprives
The angels shed once more

To quench the thirst of the deprived
Each dried and parched-out leaf  
The thirst of spring that had arrived
And brought upon relief