The Green Pastures

Standing still, tall and short, 

Like disciplined soldiers, they stand, 

Steady and strong pointed to the sky,

They are the green pastures.

Some are feeble and dried out,

But not ignored by their clan: united;

They make use of the last drop of water, 

Being exemplary to mankind. 

They grow everywhere they can, 

They are the Saints of the earth, 

But are always punished by the sportsmen, 

Yet, they don't complain about the Creator.

They are the chosen ones,

By the Shepherd of the Soul, 

To feed His lambs, in turn,

Gifted with eternal youthfulness .