Im of the kind that cries and the world hears
Im of the kind that joys and the world loves
My roots have been grown in sorrow and peace
My trunk has has been fortified with the rain of passion
My branches have shaded nations of the third world
My leaves fell upon the garden of empathy
I beg to put your axes down..
Please do not hack...
i die life goes with me and My stump shall be covered in blood.
Put your axes down and let mybleaves flourish your soul.
Passiona, you work is intresting, I like it since am in a third world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem with in depth meaning.Your cry to put the' axes down' is very apt. Thanks.