On Shima's slope, a linden dreams

In my village, standing old and grand.

My heart—a bird—above it gleams

A watchful spirit, close at hand

Whispering tales to its golden leaves

Those of vibrant surge, and verdant flight.

 

Through sunlit days and moonlit nights

I watch it sway, so strong and free

A silent solace, an innocent delight 

The linden's magic touches me.

Its fragrant breath, a sweet perfume

Awakens dreams that softly bloom.

 

Its rustling leaves, a whispered word

Of ancient wisdom, deep and true

A melody that's gently heard

Resonating my spirit through and through.

Its sturdy trunk, a steadfast guide

Where strength and peace reside inside.

 

So rooted deep, and reaching high

The linden stands, a timeless art

Reflecting back the boundless sky

And holding close within my heart.

A kindred soul, forever near

Dispelling shadows, calming my fear.