Once in a grassy glade stood tree so proud
The grass grew tall beside the mighty tree
With every passing breeze the grass there bowed
But tree stood tall and firm as it could be
One day the tree did ask it friend the grass
Why is it that you greet each breeze this way
You bow to every stranger that comes pass
But for its answer grass gave gentle sway
A wind a storm just happened on their field
The grass just bowed as it had times before
And as before the tree just couldn’t yield
So angered wind tossed tree upon the floor
And as the once proud tree now slowly died
It watched the grass there bowing by its side
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderfull..couldnt tell where this was going.