Once my Evening will come
I shall only lamp a light
No matter the outside may be dark and dense
I would still love to lamp a light
For I know the Tree is a Spirit
That I have neglected so far
Yet the cool breeze inside
Will make me dearly swear
The Moon will look the same
The Sun will laugh again
Yet I will know then
My last prayer to enliven
March 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem