Deep within our hearts
There lies an ancient grove
Growing day by day
Our soul's weight it shrove
None can burn its leaves
None can harm its bark
It waits in our hearts
'Till death shall turn it dark
Death comes, and death goes
And many men depart
But the grove remains
An eternal work of art
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
Deep within our hearts
There lies an ancient grove
Growing day by day
Our soul's weight it shrove
None can burn its leaves
None can harm its bark
It waits in our hearts
'Till death shall turn it dark
Death comes, and death goes
And many men depart
But the grove remains
An eternal work of art