Prayer

Does it see its fallen leaves? Does it see its bare and trembling branches? Does it see the last page of the calendar of its life on this planet? Then how does it sing its joyful song of today with the wind? It sees us! It sees its big sweet apples it sees its root in the womb of the earth with all its strength! It sees the surging of its sap in every branch in the bitter lonely nights of Dey. The months of Dey! It sees its head held high without bending on the frozen ground. Without breaking! It sees that it has remained eternal in the depths of the heart of every apple seed. With your trembling claw O dear tree! stroke my forehead and say: may I grow old, joyful, like you...