Oh what a beautiful tree
filled with our childhood memories
And as it withers away slowly
I return everyday
I will watch it die eventually
All her leaves have now fallen off
And as they cut her down
I neglect my urge to yell stop!
Stop!
Because all good things must come to an
End.
And that's something I have learnt to
Understand.
But I will miss that tree's strength
I miss the tears we've shared
And the fruit we've both bared
And so, I know now that it is time to
Say goodbye
To my friend the beautiful tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A moving poem well written indeed!