My story starts with just a seed
dropped in the soil of birth
then rain and sunshine coax it forth
to open in rich earth
As seasons move along their paths
a tiny sapling peeks
through layers of leaves and fertile mulch
as light and growth it seeks
Time comes when sturdy, textured bark
forms round a trunk now tall
soon reaching to the blue expanse
that towers over all
The branches fill with verdant leaves
each shaped and formed just so
no two alike, each has its own
direction and sure flow
My hope is that my story tree
will spread with grace and love
so dreams and visions can find rest
like gentle mourning doves
Then, if the boughs be tossed by storms
the birds will soar and flee
returning when the winds have died
with greater grace live free
Some tales and chronicles are told
like paths for all to see
my wish is that my story be
much like a growing tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wry good indeed Liilia - a lovely poem, beautiful rhythm and rhyme. Enjoyed reading.