And yet again I was a lone tree
standing with all the other’s eyes on me
When will the day be when somebody finally follows
Maybe it’ll be tomorrow

Summer left then Fall came
The other’s leaves fell from their frames
But I who rendered lonely,
My leaves stayed loyal

Fall left then Winter came
All I could feel was the coldness of Maine
Snow fell on those without amnesty
But I stayed composed with beauty

Winter left then Spring came
Flowers surround my way
While the others are growing back their jewelry,
I stay the same already filled with perspicuity

A full loop and no one ever followed
Not even with the promise of tomorrow
But the feeling of loneliness never bothered me
For I remain beautiful, while the others decay periodically