T R E E S O N G

What is it that I love
in a tree?
Most certainly it is the sight
of its flight
between earth and sky.

One can approach each
and every tree,
With a different girl each time,
carve one’s memory
on each trunk
And it can keep it, expand it
over centuries
to come…

I am tree,
My branches smelt
the metal of the gold
in the sun…


Varand
Translated By: Tatul Sonentz