The trees that grow in a forest unnamed
Full of wonders but without a notice
They do not live for a name or the fame
Every day without a hesitation
Their branches to the rhythm of the breeze
Gleefully and faithfully swaying on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They do not live for a name or the fame Every day without a hesitation- - -so true they dont care for name or fame or are they taken up when someone praises it or are they depressed when someone speak ill of it. we have to learn a lot from a tree........ they flourish where they are planted..........thanku dear poet. tony
exactly, that's what I mean! Thank you very much for thinking through it!