Soft sway in the mighty oak
The leaves dancing in the breeze
This is the true life of trees
Their roots shooting down to soak
The humming of the bees
This is the true life of trees
As the frogs begin to croak
Now we come to kill
To burn down everything
To leave behind nothing
Until everything is still
Because that is the true life of trees
Gently swaying in the breeze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem! .......i fell the same way.....so sad the way they cut down so many trees...and destroy the forests......very nice work...excellent! 10++++