That tree there, In splendid loneliness amidst dead Leaves and clumps of moss. That Young tree, situated where The stream once flowed, but is said To have dried up, leaving you at loss. Thou withered tree. You will be green again. Once again you will be lush. Your young tendrils will again unfurl free. You will reproduce and gain All you lost these past times in a rush. When the tide does flow, And the waters pass your way. They will nourish your roots once more and again. And when the ebb is low, They would have their stay. Making you evergreen, once more and again.