The family tree has been
here for years.
The family tree has
seen people shed they're
own tears.
through the blistering
winds in winter
and hot warm summers,
its been through all.
swings getting held up.
and perposes on the swing.
the tree is strong.
and trials once around the
old oak the runners appriciate
it too.
And it seems to keep its hue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem