Walking beside a tree one day
Feeling the wind coming my way
When I saw him, hide
Scared of everything, but light
So I tried to hold on to him tight
Help him and stay by his side
Yet, he started to fight
Saying he needs the light
Light that can stay with him forever
But lights can't stay for so long
They are like pencils
You keep using them until they are gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem