This tactful hide I clutch so fearful
Within this body, pure emotion
The leaves have witnessed all so much
Greed, hatred, temptation, joy
Despite the knowledge, they confine
They hint not of their find
They know the world more so than you or I
Yet they show no signs of the life we press
No signs of disbelief
No signs of discontent
We see no tree object to life
No objection to their strife
Why can’t we be such a tree?
Absorbing all but responding not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem