Weeping Oaks Grieve, Chestnuts Raise ~

Weeping oaks grieve, chestnuts raise
mournful candles.  Sad is spring
to perpetuate, sad to trace
immortalities never changing.

Weary on the sea
for sight of land
gazing past the coming wave we
see the same wave;

drift on merciless reiteration of years;
descry no death; but spring
is everlasting
resurrection.