Now that I have many winters
The silence of the day brings me perfect equilibrium.
Not a leaf is astir on a tree
And I am unshaken by winter storms.
When I raise my bow, it yields its strength to me
When I sing my song, it merges with the wind
Rising, soaring to you
The great river sets my heart to dreaming
It moves me
A leaf in the river of life am I
Adrift in a sea of silence.