I can’t help but weep

Watching from a window in my room

The view is a forest road along

They sway and sway and sway

Under the heat of an up-side-sunny

The leaves of coconut and palm tree

Change from dark to light

And light to dark and back the

Tree-trunk thin and fat

I can’t help but weep

To see ponderous Bougainvillea

And wild champakas strive

In honest strife while the

Whole pine trees baldly naked branch

Solely serving the wrath of the sun

Perhaps, they mark the good-old boys

Drinking whiskey and wine saying

This is the day of human rite

I am down the tunnel end

To see you smile over the ledge

I can’t help but weep.