Giovanni Pascoli - Fallen Oak lyrics

Where shade once was, the oak tree in a sprawl Of d**h no longer writhes against the wind. The people say: I see now. It was tall! Now here and there slight nests of springtime find Themselves dependent on a severed height. The people say: I see now. It was kind! The people praise. The people cut. Twilight Comes and they haul their loads off. In the air A cry...a cry of one young wren in flight Seeking a nest that is no longer there.