1
What brings the tree... what brings?
Along the winding path of life,
a thousand blooms in glory thrive.
Beyond the weariness, the weight, the ache,
wanderers rest where boughs awake.
2
From heart to heart and soul to soul,
a river of love begins to roll—
Why do these restless tides erase
the hollow echoes in our space?
Yet in the hush of whispering leaves,
my storm dissolves, my spirit breathes.
3
For whom do scarlet scarves unfold?
Spring hums the hymns of youth untold.
For whom do emerald canopies gleam,
or countless visions paint the dream?
For you, for me—the rooted feast,
a silent yield of fruit and grain.
Unseen, their hands are never ceased,
yet hold the cure for hunger’s pain.
Rooted in science, crowned in art,
a masterpiece of nature’s heart.
With every breath, we trade, we share,
an unseen bond beyond compare.
And in this pact of earth and air,
I find a life both rich and rare.