Avoid the talking negatively,
About another relative...
Within or outside your family tree.
People who do this eventually see,
A rotting that begins...
With no reversing of it for those who believe,
The effects of this leaves the tree standing.
And continues to grow to heights to bloom,
Unaffected by the poisoning of negative lips...
Left to sit on the ground complaining of pain,
With hopes to get some attention found.
To awaken to find none given around.
But noticed...
Is an array of decay on display everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written, check a few of mine