This heart of yours is a tree
At times some of these leafs flees
Yet it's not easy to let go
It's time to leave them free –falling into the meadow
The choice was not yours
Don’t know what the wilderness stores?
They cross the fields
Taken by the weary wind
Through the distance you watch them struggling into their path
In your silent cry, praying hard to Mighty God to keep them safe
As their unknown journey is rough
Through all these years, even though you lost the sight of them
In each day, you keep on praying for them
That is you- mother tree can not pick back its fallen leafs
It can not forget its kith and kin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is poetry, it comes from the heart with a lot of truth, the english language is a difficult one to master, you have done well Warm regards AJS