There is a connection between
the tree and you
between a space of cool air
There is a spark
that short moment that shakes you
because it is too beautiful
and then gone
You have always returned from far places
hoping to see it again
The tree had been tall and proud and someone
that you hate cut it into pieces for firewood
You have seen the smoke from far away
you are mute
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem