There was a tree by the river.
There he used to stand alone like a rover.
Touching the water with such a longing.
Emitting his true love and feelings.

Last leaves of autumn were falling.
And my father breathed the sweetness of the air as he swaggered along the river.
He said his grace as snow began falling.
Like a million stars of silver.

I found his footprints in the snow.
I followed him among the blackening trees into the forest.
I saw him standing there by the water and i had always known.
Among these trees, by the river he wanted to rest.

He turned around and stared at me for a while.
He walked closer toward me and smiled.
I felt happy as if i had caught a hare with my own hands.
He carried me on his shoulder as he ran.

I felt his hair on my face.
I felt his heartbeat as we raced.
I felt such a child's whim.
I felt myself in him.