I am a tree
with roots that run deep
and branches that stretch
toward the sky.
My leaves rustle
in the gentle breeze, 
a symphony of whispers
in the quiet of the day.
In the night, 
I stand tall and proud, 
a sentry watching over
the slumbering world below.
My bark is rough, 
weathered by the passing of time, 
but within lies a heart
that beats with the rhythm of life.
I am a tree, 
a symbol of strength and resilience, 
a reminder that even in darkness, 
there is always light.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    