I have left the green treetops of joy
I have a heart like a dejected-leaf
The sun no longer serves my life
The moon spins webs I no longer see
I join many others less buoyant
My purpose is now to linger in the long shadows
And wonder how I came to be?
That mocking mulch sat around a towering tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem