I heard it,
I listened to it,
I believed it,
I was ready to help it,
I pitied it,
Yet I lost myself to it,
For when a tree's whisper is heard
Nobody but one understands it.
It cried,
I comforted it.
It smiled,
I was happy for it.
It lost its faith,
I was patient to it;
For when a tree's whisper is heard
Who wouldn't want it to succeed
And live its dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem