Trees blow in the wind,
Tears fall from their eyes.
As another day without them,
Carries on by.
Watching people go on,
I don’t know how they can.
When there’s so much hurt and pain,
In this mixed up little land.
The rain carries their fears,
The wind carries their pain.
As nothing in their life,
Ever seems to change.
The world carries on turning,
Their feeling they try to hide.
Even though everyone knows,
That they’re dying inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem