They keep climbing my trees,
They want to fall,
To the earth surface,
Grow into new plant,
They will turn you to new leaf,
I am neither a prophet,
Nor a messenger,
But listen to my words,
They are my thoughts,
That has been verified,
My experience! That was my mistakes,
The information I received From the unknown,
Read! Listen to them well,
Those falling hot words,
As I unveiled them to the world.
© Young Prof.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The message is broad but I know it’s all about us, we the people of the earth.