I look up, into your leaves, like rain washing down
to the sea.
I do not mind, the hard times, i hold still, as dirt and
sticks, dust my face.
The loggers came in, while i was gone, i did not know
i glance around on the ground, with nothing to show.
Our clear spot that we made is still here, shirtless i
stray from the path, we walked to shed our fears and
doubts, with all that we said: i still wander this way, every
now and again, despit the weather i find, it washes my face.
Today, i brought a new friend, i know you will not mind, her
name, is Terra, she is just a small tree, one day she will grow
up and be all that you are..
Holding armfuls of children in swings, as they sing about bees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i close my eye and feel your words