Quietly standing alone
Surrounded by hot stones
In a lonely and dry desert
Yes! I am a quiver tree in a desert indeed
I stand tall
Tall despite the hot sunny days - I don't fall
I store meat and water for my friend Bushmen
But he doesn't want anybody to know that
I am old
I am 80 years old
A day for me to fall is near
When that day comes always remember my deeds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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day for me to fall near
The day is near, the tree has lived for more that 60 years...