He is that lone tree
on the peak of the mountain
Steadfast
Solitary
Staring in the eyes of the sun.
What he says
What he thinks
are his emerald leaves
the gemstone of the silvery mount
they dance in the arms of the wind
they sing a melody in silence.
He is that tree
unreachable by fire
untouchable by the axe
every spring he renews his green oath
so that it becomes a spark in the eyes of the young
a word upon their lips
a cry upon their pens.
Alone
facing the storm
he is that everlasting image
in the memory of the mountain.
with his feet in chains
He sings a melody in silence.
