I look yellow and shining with my wings;
And all are deciduous;
I look pale in Fall,
For my colour is gone.
Every part of me is poisonous;
I can never be a food to anyone,
But to the larvae of some Lepidoptera species.
I look at other trees in envy,
For they are shelters to the wearied travellers.
I grow like my fellow-beings,
But am forsaken of my eccentricity.
I called my Creator one day.
He said unto me:
"Everything is unique,
And you are unique."
So I learnt to live as such.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow wisely penned the last stanza///beautiful 10+