Rough terrain, long and windy path;
heavy feet, shoulders burden back.
Heavy winds blow, branches whip-crack,
night falls on three, prey of sleep.

The breeze, there is none, leaves turn brown;
babbling of the brook, silence on the hill.
Sun and moon, Earth y cielo* ,
eat of the fruit, hear nature sigh.

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Copyright ฉ2002 Kurt Thomas Echols

*Del Arbol translates from Spanish to ‘of the tree.’
*Seen as il cielo in Italian and el cielo in Spanish, the words ‘y cielo’ translate to, ‘and sky.’