Wind in the Leaves

They dance, they dance, the teardrop leaves
that line the ash tree's limbs.
Do you hear them rustle?
Do you hear them speak?
Oh, how the green dance speaks to me...

Emerald hands that grope for the touch of Light...
Only the Sun can give it.
(Oh, how I love the Sun!)
Feel the wind move them with a breath,
see how their spirits flutter!

And how alone, how single is a leaf there on the limb!
Each branches, each finds its own way,
each springs further from the root.
How quickly they forget that one Life
flows through them all.

What terrible solitude sets a leaf to quiver!
Oh, that they freeze alone,
that springtime warmth frosts them over!
(How to bear it?)
Why? What for? What hope?

But still they dance, the darlings, as they reach
all for the Light!
Is it Love that draws them out, together,
Love that sets them dancing?
How can I help but love them?

But will Love warm, will Love give Light?
A child's game,
to hope in Love...
But still they dance, the darlings, as they reach
all for the Light!