I watched them as the sun rose slowly,
they both seemed perfect strangers to me.

A tree whose shade never stopped to spread,
And a girl who refrained from that tree.

I waited there ‘n’ soon it was noon,
their’s wasn’t a pleasant sight to see.

The sun grew harsh and the shade still there,
the girl chose to suffer and lonely was the tree.

I wished that I could stay even longer,
soon the sun would plunge into a distant sea.

It would be dark in a couple of hours,
and I’d have moved if I wasn’t that very tree.