I need wild trees
to hang down with their shades,
to heal the pain, to ashes,
to turn hope into glades.I need some roses
to weave spring into hair,
to scent earth and memories,
to save the birds drom despair.I need a river
to shed tears and a few words,
to leave life to water,
to feel, how twilight hurts.I need a bower
to keep time from passing,
to slip away forever,
to slip away from dying.I need a lane, forever
I need a lane to slip away from my own trouble.
