Look at my branches,
full of blossoms of comfy
respite for bleary bones beneath!

Look at my showers
that descend in driblets on the dry
grass and palms praying to providence!

Look at my pious light
that lits the pathways around
where walkers walk on nocturnal errand!

Look at me,
I am present on the earth;
dare to see me and keep to spread me!