Let the Old Tree sprout

When the winter has gone
The spring will come
Making the trees
And plants bloom
While Joy and excitement
Will run everywhere.

Let the age old tree also
Sprout new leaves
And join the festivity
Then the birds and creatures
Long lost
May sing songs forgotten
From the branches of the trees
And bushes bustling
Carrying the message of life.

Perched on the tree trunk
Let the cricket herald
The approach of darkness
Then fireflies will celebrate
The survival of the Old
Which will give
To the New its hand.
Then the dry river
Will flow again fresh water
To quench the thirst
Of the wayfarers tired.

Let the stream of bliss flow
From old to the present and future.