I am a young tree
propped up with props
in heaven's face I push my leaves,
towards earth my roots.
Sometimes I am dazed
by the fiery sun and droop
but when the rains refresh my face
hitch up straight.
Sometimes, summer eves,
fireflies make me
a catch of wandering stars
as the river slides by.
But the winter you've heard
wailing it's reasons
I'm telling you I know now
is just another season.
And if the tale told
by the robin is true
Spring will always return
the robin too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully told from the perception of the tree, I really like that....great write...blessings