Tree River

The leafy tree is a handsome old tree,
 Rising from the bank’s wide grass.  Here I will
Sit, with shady leaves green, green above me,
  And watch the river, the long, long river
  Flow by me today, flow by forever.
I wonder, old tree, how man most can be?
  River rock answers ‘over-a-lover,’
 Which is a thought I can put through the mill,
 A piece of grass in my mouth, sitting still.
River tree, I wonder, how old are we?

The mountain snow all melts on nature’s breast;
 I think for a lazy while I can rest.
Small branches of dreams – now – I am seeing.
 Today my vision wafts in love’s being.