'Tis shame to see a mighty oak
Ruined by internal rot,
Or felled by lightning's single bolt
So that which was, is not.
Majestic oak or man of might,
It's tragic to behold,
To see one high brought down so low,
From monument to mold.
Though man or oak, the painful part
Is harsh reality -
As when decay has filled the giant,
And we the midget see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it very much. Wonderful ending.