As moonlight spreads into the woods,
the sun missed and amidst the darkness,
trees stand still in the hope of another sunrise,

For they have known it to repeat,
After each sunset, a few hours of darkness,
A new day, starting with a few rays,

To green reflected all along from the leaves,
These trees stand still,
Embracing the dark, windy night,

For they know there will always be a sunrise,

There might not be a sunny day,
But would be more light,
As the night grows, pitch-black all around,

Is always closer to the next day’s bright light,

For they might not be always right,
There might be no sunrise the day next,
But for now, though, that’s what they believe,
That’s what they have seen,
So standing still will definitely wait for the bright new day,
Filled with light!