Listen to the pines
They stand tall
Pounding at the door
Of the receiver's heart
Ever green in all seasons
Other plants shrivel in heat
Fall in frost and drown in mansoons
Listen to these pines
They cry out night and day
What do they say?
They say that times have changed
But we remain noble reaching for the sky
They say that time and seasons will pass
Only the strong will remain
So stand firm and steadfast
Listen to the call of the pines
Before this too shall pass
