'Alone I stand beside this tree
An old tree that I dreamed to be
And have loved since the olden days
With wish to touch and feel its ways
In silence I can hear the sound
Of brown leaves falling in the ground
Its branches shaking from the wind
And in sadness it grips my mind
Its tune was like the end of love
A heartbreak that I'm thinking of
And for the years that I have known
This tree still has a heart of stone
I transferred to another tree
This new tree blowing cheerfully
Where grass and flowers are nicer
And scents of love are in the air
Even if the moon is too far
But its light still guided me by
As it shines brightly in my sight
In the hush silence of this night
As to these trees both old and new
Who gave wisdom that I now knew
In choosing our life's preference
It can make all the difference.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An analogy....the young and the old symbolized as tree of course we are tree the leaves are dry and gold yet sad on the other hand young and new joyous...