Two trees grew beside another
Both were young and strong
They grew in the same soil
And their lives were to be long
But one was in the sunlight
The other was in the shade
So one grew fast and full of life
But the other slowly started to fade
People admired the tall tree
Said that it was gorgeous and lush
But turned away from the little tree
Leaving it behind in the dust
But one day a man walked by
And saw the sad sapling dying
“You must be sad little one, ” he said
“Your soul must be crying.
Had someone come and gave you some light
You too could have grown strong and tall
But no one even looked at you
Now you have no future at all.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Somewhat sad, but i like it. One finds many situations where one chance could've changed so much