The yellow must remind of its green

Listless and leafless stands the tree outside;

It is an autumn.

Listless and graceless sleeps my wife;

She is in her autumn.

I see the apples yielded by the tree;

They are red and fresh.

I see the daughters delivered by her;

They are lash and fresh.

The tree doesn’t look barren.

So is my wife to me.

Her green shades her yellow.

23.07.2008