Poezja

The tree will keep singing –
In the blowing slowly,
May those leaves fall shaking?
As a weakening stone brakes.
Let it not be the insularity,
Of aged thoughts into branches,
And never have resisted a cyclone,
Though termed as noblest virtue!
Its eternity here, he got
Raising a head, never be dropped,
In selfless love, towards the world –
“Stronger and stronger” – It must keep singing.