Our dear hibiscus had stood upright
In wind and rain, not shedding a leaf
In the morning when we shook the tree
Tiny tingling raindrops fell like icicles
On our falling eyelids and extended tongues
Yesterday we were afraid of the fierce rain
Our dear tree stood between us and fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful...........survival of the fittest...........who's the warrior? nature, rooted plants or fragile men.............rgrds/salu