Within its arteries the sap of life,
The procreative juice in torrents flows,
And gushes forth luxurious vegetation.
The foliage-covered head is always raised
In bold defiance of the elements.
Undaunted by the tempest’s fiendish rage,
Calm under the concerted stare of stars,
The fickle lover of a fickle moon.
On balmy days or peaceful summer eves
The rendezvous of master-singer birds.