Of the tree...

Of tree the branches on the horizon of clouds
Each fragile leaves dampened with the rain drops
The fragrance of the greens of heaven
Has blended with dawn early breeze
Soft and agile, the spirit of water
Flies with the air with no flatter
The lovers are wet with the rain falls
Warm and sweet every time are playing the harps
The cord of each instrument of earth to heavens
Will bring the sound of saddened theme
Whoever contemplates the sound of this tune?
Is drowned within souls floods
The lover of water and the rain, cheerful and shy
Is making love with the soul of the dust
The dry soil thirsty of the sea
Are drunken intoxicated under the rain
This river of consciousness will bring joy of wit and sense
Each branch of tree cheerful and the roots are immense