They're standing there for ages As if they are a solemn hedge The trees like silent watchers Silent in their pledge They mourn the loss of summer Aware of the coming rain They seem to know what is at hand Autumn's here again Their wilderness seems loveless If only they could wail If only they could somehow Ease the burden of their tale One by one, they let go their leaves It seems it's so much more As if they bend their roots in prayer On the forest's floor A leaf falls on my shoulder I search the treetops for a trace I see the sweeping branches Feel the wind over my face Finally the sky cracks open Rain yearns to be free A sigh slips from the rustling trees I know they understand me