Sans L'homme

Go where man has laid his dead
With measured reverential tread
And find not death but life instead

Go where man has ceased to talk
Go where man but seldom walks
In the company of trees
Donating now their fallen leaves
Where birds may sing their crystal song
Sheltered in a world sans l'homme

Go where man has laid his dead
With measured reverential tread
And find not death but life instead