The Golden Darkness/Trees
TREES.
The fruit of living trees is sweet
And autumn goes and spring comes back;
But all the fruit that dead trees bear
Is hopeless, bitter, black.
And autumn goes and spring comes back;
But all the fruit that dead trees bear
Is hopeless, bitter, black.
The living trees grow lustily,
The ocean running through their veins;
The dead trees squat in smoke and dust
And never lift their heads in rains.
The ocean running through their veins;
The dead trees squat in smoke and dust
And never lift their heads in rains.
The living trees have one blue roof
Enough for all on hill and cloud;
The dead trees have no room in life,
And so, black roof on roof, they crowd.
Enough for all on hill and cloud;
The dead trees have no room in life,
And so, black roof on roof, they crowd.
The living trees have silver stars
To rustle down their leafy streams;
The only stars the dead trees have
Are starved and stunted dreams!
To rustle down their leafy streams;
The only stars the dead trees have
Are starved and stunted dreams!