Now that winter is upon us, all leaves have fallen,
trees lie bare, no adornment.
Nests now exposed to everyone's view, birds sit on
branches, staring out at the destitute, desolate
scene.
Silently wondering where they'll find food when
today is done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A compassionate write expressing the concern for others who are helplessly desolate and need help... very nice