The Tree at the Gate

Tell him if he comes

I was sorry to go before his return;

Looking forward to his coming

My days were all spent.

Tell him if he sobs

I’m running into his dream

To make him a king once again

With a green-pearled gold crown.

And one thing more if he tries

To help save the earth ―

The silent cries of trees’ white blood

Bring the silent death of mankind.