Analysis of Hands

I looked at my hands
 They whispered old
 No, I cried
 My flesh is firm

My eyes are bright
 The years controlled
 They whispered old
 I looked at a tree

Its shimmering leaves above
 A robin singing
 A song of love
 Tell me, tree,

Between you and me
 How do you
 Your life renew
 I looked at the sky

Its azure
 Endlessness
 Tell me, sky,
 Your secret of
 Timelessness

I looked at the sun,
 The moon and a star
 That winked at me boldly
 from afar

Tell me, please, let your
 wisdom descend
 Is there a beginning
 Without an end ?