Halt, weary soul, and find a haven here,
Beneath my leaves, a canopy of green.
Drink deeply now, let crystal waters clear
The dust of roads from sights you’ve long since seen.

I offer solace, whispered on the breeze,
A gentle murmur, born of mountain high.
Let verdant peace bring your spirit ease,
And watch the clouds drift softly through the sky.

My ancient roots run deep within the earth,
A steadfast anchor in a world of change.
Forget the burdens that have proved your worth,
And in this quiet, rearrange, re-arrange.

Stop, traveler, let serenity unfold,
And find your story in the leaves of gold.

Tomaž Jevšenak