Looking at tree tops in the rain, watching them being blown
to and fro in an afternoon breeze.
Cold penetrating their essence, leaving them gasping in the
freezing air, trying to wrap the leaves hanging upon them
to keep warm.
A losing battle as the wind continues to rend and pull them
out into the air and scattering them to the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem