And the tree makes a noise
It crashed without
Any ear to witness
Every eye happened to
Kreep away at the moment
But there indeed was a spy
Who by Fate could not Escape
The tree when when he cried
The Culprit had his plan
First he chased away
Everyone every hand foot
Eye mind and tounge
Even his own
So not to lie
When he knew he was
Going to say
It cannot be known
Little did he know
The tree would make a
Sound so silent and renown
Fate can only speak truth
And breath life
Now the tree in his rightful place
The Culprit also makes a sound
Not that he can now be found
Only his echo goes around
And Fate knows
Even that shall drown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem