Rondeau

You Are the Stream

You are the stream, I am the tree
So I need You to nth degree
My roots stretch out in search of You
Your life-filled water, I pursue
I reach for You most greedily

When pestilence tormented me
I took You in persistently
I didn’t fall when north winds blew
You are the stream.

My branches grow so happily
My luscious leaves glint merrily
Yes, from Your riches this tree grew
To drink Your strength, what I must do
Without You I have no esprit
You are the stream.