Nobody listens to a lonely
standing tree on a grey land
except blank sky inside.
May be that lonely bird
hear the voice
of the tree.
May be the tree is meditating
with wind
infront of the sky.
May be the tree is saving time
and loneliness
to save its existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nature poem in its existance, fine write here............like life's instability in my lotus flower...