Black Tree, Black Tree
What's happened to Thee
A black beauty tree I now do see
A shy answer, whispered tenderly,
'A dreadful fire hath swept over me
'Struck was I with a deadly force
that destroys all who would stand in its way
And I, Standing tall
Not a voice to scream
No legs to move
Just a stationary tree
A white burn did I receive
My beauty once displayed so intensely, shines stronger than before
The fire, though an enemy
Remained a friend, exposing my core
My beauty shines through my skin
Black beauty is my name
Embrace my presence
That now, your attention, doth claim'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Adeline, I will read yours.