Living as a tree is a bit refreshing
Never have to work or make a living;
No hustling or bustling
Neither going out nor coming in.
Always grasping air from nature's chain
To outlive trees that never wane
Promoting growth that roots sustain
In a forest with seasonal rain.
But life is good as a windward tree,
Swaying freely overlooking the sea;
Picturesquely robust and full of glee,
Beautifully poised for everyone to see.
***The weather changes...
High, moderate, low... to all ranges;
A clash of the elements we all agree;
Sun, wind and rain on a climate spree.
The sun shines, emitting pelting heat;
Bringing warmth through woody creek;
Peeking with fiery brilliance
Shining its rays of radiance.
Trees, swaying to and fro;
Winds, tossing leaves high and low;
Limbs dwindling, dangling and pumping;
Leaves shooting and dunking.
A whirlwind of dust floating;
Winds raging and branches looping
Scooping withered leaves so high...
With some soaring and falling from the sky.
The rain came pouring down,
Disturbing everything on the ground;
Giving objects a powered wash,
Chasing every drip that makes a dash.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Trees, swaying to and fro; Winds, tossing leaves high and low; Limbs dwindling, dangling and pumping; Leaves shooting and dunking. as i read your poem i began to dance with the leaves and branches of this tree.. thank u dear poet. tony