Trees on top of the hill
had been chopped down
except for one,
a big old oak.
When I walked under it
large drops fell,
I grant you
It had been raining
but that was hours ago.
Big tears,
in each one of them
I saw
a picture of fallen trees.
A beautiful piece. Being a pagan I love the old oak. A great poignant piece. Tyvm karen
I am sure if trees could cry, then they would, as man continues to destroy his environment. Good one Oskar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poignant and emotive, laced with the fibres of simple natural beauty.