Season after season

My fresh fruits go untouched

The birds no longer perch to sing

Nor my fruits to sap

But rotten on the floor after their fall

In the fullness of time

I shall return to thee, pear tree

I will no longer fly without perching

Because the boughs will shade m y being

And within thy branches at night feel its warmth

I will live forever

Forever in thy presence thou Almighty