Fig Tree

And everything has a season,
they tell me,
and everything has its time
the leaves, and the fruit, and the flowers,
the soil, the sky, the wine.

And death has no dominion,
they tell me,
not on earth nor in heaven above:
I watch the year in its turning
the worm and the rose, in their place;
I see the fig tree, withered - still standing-
I see it renewed,in hope, in love.