I stand firm like a tree,
through the storms of life and sunny days it is me you see.
Silent and free,
ask for wisdom and you will swim in the mysticism of number three.
The last sentence you surely didn’t understand.
Without any desire to understand my ways,
you will forever misinterpret my art.
The wind blows, the rain falls,
my leaves fall...
yet I never loose my beauty, that's why
I never have to change or lie to myself
just to be loved.
