Although your bloom petals are wilting
I remember their brilliant fragrant color in spring
Although your back is now hunched and tilting
Before proud and tall, within your boughs the birds would sing
I would climb upon you on summer days to reach the heavens
While your shade cooled me from life's harsh sun
Your leaves told brilliant stories when fall and school beckoned
You awaited my arrival each day that was done
You toiled to produce the fruit, which upon you grew sweet
Mom would have us all gather in your bounty
With which great pies and strudels we would all eat
And speak of good times upon which we'd all agree
Now I am older, with blooms of my own
I caught sight of the old tree, weary, haggard and falling
From the old tree strong ones have grown
But the earth was to the ancient one reaching and calling
I wept with great sadness, wondering if in long ages ago
Adam's sons and daughters recalled times, as the old tree gave way
That from this one tree, a great orchard would grow
But all orchards recall the one from which all limbs would sway
As the old branches were put to ground, a hope still raises high
All life upon earth is but temporal as is the time for our good-bye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem! Well done!