Beneath the green tree
Lies heaven with color gray
Weeping silence goes astray
For things never meant to see
Speechless tongue, Gripping hands
As you knell faster on the ground
Tears fall slowly without a sound
Losing faith in ones loving arms
Love is lonely often said by many
Poem blossoms even poets disagree
Words softly spoken not always in reality
Vivid memories will hunt you someday
Years may pass even today
To heal those wounds is not easy
As you come across your way
Remember once you prayed
Underneath that old green tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem