Rest your branches on me, my love,
While the wind blows and storm enshrouds.
Lean your limbs upon me when lightning flashes
And teardrop rain falls down.
Let us lean, bend, and sway together
Among the pressed-down pathways
Round our roots.
Leave your mark on me
and let us tend our trunks
in wide-ringed ways,
Stretching high and tall together
In the forest of our years.