These things I know:
	How the living go on living
	and how the dead go on living with them
so that in a forest
	even a dead tree casts a shadow
	and the leaves fall one by one
and the branches break in the wind
and the bark peels off slowly
and the trunk cracks
	and the rain seeps in through the cracks

and the trunk falls to the ground
and the moss covers it
	and in the spring the rabbits find it
and build their nest
inside the dead tree
so that nothing is wasted in nature
	or in love.