When times of desperation greet me
With tempest and with livid storm
And violent winds wish to defeat me
And swallow me within their swarm
I will remember where I'm rooted
And there with courage will abide
And though the winds my leaves have looted
Maintain my faith though it be tried
So let the darkest storm clouds thunder
Let rain and wind their havocs wreak
The world around me wide will wonder
How I am strong, yet seem so meek
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great metaphor - well written and rhymed.