I would like to be the high seas
That laugh and sing of their immensity!
I'd like to be the stone that does not think,
The stone in the pathway, rough and strong
I would like to be the Sun, its intense light
A blessing to the humble and luckless!
I would like to be the tree rough and dense
That laughs at the vain world and even at death!
But the Sea too weeps with sorrow...
And the trees too, like those at prayer
Open their arms to the heavens like a believer!
And the Sun, strong and proud, at the end of the day
Sheds tears of blood in agony!
And the Stones....oh, they..are trodden on by everyone...