Let this tree forever fare on
Bear its patchily scanty shade
Allow the leaves to be reborn
During winter they all fall off
Two weeks after they redress
But should you dare a prune
Shrapnel will litter the ground
Awful suckers sure will pop up
No pruning yields no offshoots
Thy little action thou shalt regret
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely articulated poem. Thanks for sharing. Got a 10.