With calm, indifferent brow <br />I'll greet the afternoons, the dawns. <br /> <br />A tree, I'll stand and gaze at both <br />the tempest and the azure sky. <br /> <br />I'll say that life's the coffin <br />in which people's joy and sorrow die.<br /><br />Kostas Karyotakis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tree-18/
