STORY ABOUT TREE
Are you a tree
Increasingly towering increasingly hit by the wind
I just whisper my voice
Your roots creep up to the end of the world
None of them tidied up
The leaves are sown on each terpatrik twig
Will not shake
Only waving on each shore
Even though ants denounce, bite your roots
Will not fall all the time
Continuing their teeth broken
Because of jealousy on your branches
Sturdy with eyes that are not blind in every tuna petal
Look at ignorance ....
It will perish in the dark on the starless night
By. @ Salmawatii