It is still as green
My wilting land
Where once you grew
The yearning hearts.
It is still as rainy
And as thrived
Still like calm
But lacking you.
It is still as warm
The shelter hand
That once was home
Away from storm.
It is still as live
The simple dream
Where nothing lived
But you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simple yet conveys a deep message