When I see this beautiful giant cypress tree
The messed up mind of mine is free
From the daunting harshness of reality
And gears me to be a person with personality
It is a balm to an aching heart of mine
Cleansing the sorrows with the power of divine
It feels magical to hear its shimmering sound
For it has the power to heal the deepest wound
Oh….dear you are the true being that ornate the earth
But it kills me when you are brutally slashed for the hearth
I don’t understand why can’t they see your beauty
Your absence will foretell the failure in their duty.
Courteously Anna
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem