From this gray surroundings
You can't change me.
As much swate and labour
There is hidden my free laughing.
There are gray brown world
Surrounding me
Let me not push towards there
Even let me not say
To look at the gray sky,
Where there is only green
The old trees
Let me go there.
So pulling me on your sholder
Don't ask me to touch the sky
Let me keep stand on the soil
Green little grass is stiil much dear to me.
This is a fine little poem. I suspect that English is not your first language, but you did a good job of creating a lasting image.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where there is only green The old trees Let me go there.... Let me go there Where lies beauty ambiance...so it's greenery day. Thank-you for your comments.