Still, it drips in Like 'nothing', Still, it drips in Like 'nothing',

How might we live an ecstasy? How might we live an ecstasy?

Plant a tree, plant a tree, plant a tree, plant a tree on your birthday, Plant a tree, plant a tree, plant a tree, plant a tree on your birthday,

But no one other in this life; they thought. But no one other in this life; they thought.

The poem is about the voices of two souls that reside across the poles the death and birth. The poem is about the voices of two souls that reside across the poles the death...