I am not deep at all
I'm the shallowest of men
A pine tree in the sand
has better chance in wind
The willow tree, his roots
like penetrating vines
shall search the ground entire
to find the well it hides
My heart is like a bird
that sets out on his own
and having gotten far
forgets the way back home
O, never let me roam
far from the grassy sea
Oh plant me like a flower
I'll burn and burn for thee
Let come the wind and rain
to soak the greater vine.
We're greener as we grow
and simpler with time.