Lament with me for broken branches
For the green fallen to the ground
Cry for lost strength
When the limbs bow down
Pray with me for that gentle breeze
Not the smoke that burns me down
I ask not for life of ease
Though violent wind are all around
Lament with me for broken branches
For the green fallen to the ground
For the day of strength is over
And my eyes are on the cloud
Cry with me but not forever
The blowing smoke it is not night
We can raise our branch to heaven
We can raise the leaves to light
Lament with me for broken branches
For the green fallen to the ground
When for mercy wind is blowing
And for strength we are brought down
The tree has many branches
And a root as strong as might
As for me I know that weather
Give me strength on stormy night
Lament with me the broken branches
For green that's fallen down
For the leaves that ever only
Cast their eyes upon the ground
Very nice, Rob. I would changed one word in the last line: 'their' instead of 'there'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful and powerful poem adorned with abounding and sparkling images and poetic expressions. Liked the recurring lines that add beauty to this well expressed and executed poetic gem.