Rondel of the Scape

Three trees grow tall.  The skull is green.
My soul, it sorrows at the sight
of Jesus on the tree upright.
My soul, it sorrows at the scene
of three trees with three bodies lean
nailed to them at a dreadful height.
Three trees grow tall.  The skull is green.
My soul, it sorrows at the sight
of dying love.  What can it mean?
My soul, it sorrows at the night
in mid-day, all with darkness bright,
as the thieves cry, "Unclean! Unclean!"
Three trees grow tall.  The skull is green.