Aspen Tree

Aspen tree, your leaves glance white into the dark
My mother's hair was never white

Dandelion, so green is the Ukraine
My yellow-haired mother did not come home

Rain cloud, above the well do you hover?
My quiet mother weeps for everyone

Round star, you wind the golden loop
My mother's heart was ripped by lead

Oaken door, who lifted you off your hinges?
My gentle mother cannot return