Listen to the pines They stand tall Pounding at the door Of the receiver's heart
Ever green in all seasons Other plants shrivel in heat Fall in frost and drown in mansoons
Listen to these pines They cry out night and day What do they say?
They say that times have changed But we remain noble reaching for the sky They say that time and seasons will pass Only the strong will remain
So stand firm and steadfast Listen to the call of the pines
Before this too shall pass
