The old tree
O happy time of spring and bloom
when tender sprouts spread sweet perfume
when in your crown the wind was playing
and all your branches started swaying.
Loving words were engraved in your bark
many of them in a pretty carved heart
as promise for the one beloved
in days long gone, just like a draught.
The years ago, are born in memory of thee
when you spread seeds as grand groomed tree
your trunks worn out over the years,
gone have the cheers and so have the tears.
Still longing wishful with desire
temptations creeping up and fire
remembering the embraced lovers
seeking Eva´s apple, just like all the others.