I watched a tree since it was young
A happy habit it was
I planted it and watered it
And it told me some tales of time
Everyday I visited it
Though stormy it may be
When the wind bends it, I cover it
Sick though I may be
She taught me lots of things untold
She taught me to be wise
She taught me how to say some things
That words cannot define
And I grew old, and she grew tall
And big, a big oak tree
I care for her, and she for me
My very big oak tree
And though she knew what would be next
She never begged them to stop
And next time I came, I cried and I cried
A stump was left of my tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're a good poet (seriously!) Your poems just keep getting better and better... This is certainly one of your best.