Look at these old trees, more beautifu Than the young trees, more friendly, All the more beautiful the older they are, Victors over age and storms... Man, beast, and insect, in their shade Live, free from hunger and fatigue: And in their branches find shelter the songs And the loves of the chattering birds. Let us not weep, friend, for youth! Let us grow old laughing. Let us grow old As the strong trees grow old, In the glory of joy and goodness, Sheltering the birds in their branches, Giving shade and comfort to those who suffer!