A tree might love a human
As might a priest secretly a nun
Yet a tree would and cannot speak
Thus to his own feelings a priest would stick
Though the human cannot know
How passionate the tree does feel;
The blushes, the heartbeats, the love and more
The love in the tree grows still
The human may gaily walk about
Absent minded and unaware no doubt
That the tree dies inside with a love
Which if known to the human, he would clearly kill to have
The tree might love the man in its sight
To adore and look upon him day and night
While the gaily man might overlook the shade
Which the tree had with a delighted heart provided
But when finally the red and hot sun
Comes and tans and burns away the gaily man
The hesitant tree is left alone to cry
Till all its tear banks run dry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem