A crack that compose some wonder
Freeze to be out of dare
The melody was not on its way
But the creak that quake all around
Fall that pedigree an age
That squeezes the blood of land
But the span that lost it for now
It's the fall of a tree behind
Yesterday a woodpecker hit on its side
Its rhythm that was embarrassing
But any way it was not a deal
So never gaze at that effort
Worms may be delicious on his beak
It never hurt tree as he pin it in to worms
Though it's an act of murder
It prosper a life on endurance
But now on the way is a loss
That loss its life in silence
It's the sob that hear as a creak
As this tree also had a life
It was so splendid with a crest
Inn that ladle many lives
But it lost its time
As a woodcutter parch its spine! !
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I would like to translate this poem
Profound............both sustain life on the gift bestowed by the Nature...........Salini.........very nice