Only her head sunk in the ground
With her gown held before her ankle,
With her invicible legs sunk in the sky;
Only her gown the wind blows.
Is it true that her leaves will never
Get to her feet?

To her destination she seems at one place
But with the route stretched passed the fence, passed the house she has
A twin, won't speak but does the same
As she does, gives and gives all she has.
Is it true that they grow and she never thinks.
'Mother do thou hear?'
And she replies and assures her seeds,
'Even though thou falls and sinks'