'Standing under this tree
I feel the soft winds
calmly weaved the leaves
making a gentle sounds
and with my hands
I touched the roughness
of its wooden bark
the years of its mighty struggle
in this earthly throbbed
clung to its tenacious existence
but I can feel the soul
of its warmth and tenderness
in this hot summer night
as I looked above the skies
to the countless stars that shine
but tonight I only need one...
a star that softly whispers
about your sweet qualities
about love and beauty sprawled
on this splintered night.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem