I am nothing but a lonely tree on a hillside
The fierce wind blowing through me, hollow
Another beautifull fall passed, my chance missed
I need love, now more then ever
Warmth and light will help me grow again
A new path must be made through tall grass
I am nothing but a lonely tree waiting to fall
Where is my love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazingly made to arouse the spiritual matters of the mind.