Palm and pine trees,
Keep their dresses,
And stay cool and warm,
Through the seasons,

The cherry trees,
Let go,
of their pretty blossoms,
Like we should let go,
Of our griefs and worries,

The maple trees,
Are sweet,
With their syrup,
And the oak ones,
Are sturdy as dens,
And serene,
With their gardens,
Of zen,

The willow trees,
With their elegant leaves,
Were meant for the winds,
Caress,
Like songs are meant,
For its melodies,

All them short and tall trees,
Rooted in the earth,
Caressed by the same winds,
Sun, and moon,

Flowers sway,
Besides the trees,
Stretching for relief,
And the lovely ladies,
Are changing their dresses,
Along with their desires,
With the seasons,
Like blossoms
Reynaldo Casison