Within the grove of a thousand trees,
One bird soars, a thousand tweet.
Leaves of green make it out to be
Much more than a grove of a thousand trees.

Within the grove of a thousand trees,
One sour apple, a thousand sweet.
Nature's play, and All is right,
What comes of day lay dead at night.

Within the grove of a thousand trees,
One tree falls, a thousand weep.
One flower nourishes a thousand bees;
The life of the grove is profoundly deep.

All is found, and so it shows in cows and sheep,
When rainclouds form, and burst to meet
The ground of the grove of a thousand trees,
Where all is drowned in one foul sweep.

Give it time, and water leaves,
Or is absorbed by all the trees.
A flooded marsh could never last,
Not in the grove of a thousand trees.

~scolar