The Tree on the hill top

here I am;

the tree

On the verdant hill top,

with thoughts of loneliness

filling my veins.

I do not hear the babblers' calls...,

I do not hear the wind's song...,

I do not see the dense clouds

which will wash away my sorrows

I do not feel the misty grass
swaying on to my feet to kiss...

I think I am alone,

here on the hill top..