I Morose and unkind,
Unfeeling, unheeding, blind;
The winds laugh and moan,
Unknowing, unknown.

II Hundreds of seashells,
Some gathered from distant shores,
Each one a treasure,
A memento of the time
I spent arm in arm with you.

III A brown butterfly
Rests itself upon my sleeve.
For but a moment
Two beings sit together
As one, at peace with the world.

IV In the heat of noon
The mountains sleep silently,
Fragrant and serene,
But with the sun's departure,
I hear the countless songs of night.