O never harm the dreaming world,
The world of green, the world of leaves,
But let its million palms unfold
The adoration of the trees.
It is a love in darkness wrought
Obedient to the unseen sun,
Longer than memory, a thought
Deeper than the graves of time.
The turning spindles of the cells
Weave a slow forest over space,
The dance of love, creation,
Out of time moves not a leaf,
And out of summer, not a shade.