He stood out all alone ever new
The first child of a sylvan brood
While all around him ancients grew
The tiredness of age worn yet shrewd
Some put to sword and axe they knew
Their life had come full circle now hewed
O sweet natures sad frown its adieu
When out from a human mouth timber spewed
Wonderful imagery. A beautiful poem nicely depicted. Thanks for sharing......10
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I would like to translate this poem
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