Dream of a Tree
Dear
Sky Heaven,
I stand here alone
Looking up with hope
I have been here for years
I have always been dreaming
That one day I’ll make it up there
Today I still stand here, not growing
Not even feeling the gentle west wind now
Because all my lush needles had fallen, dried
And nothing is left but only these skeletal forms
Leafless skeleton whose dreams have now shattered
Standing here for ten thousand years with dreams of sky
Will I make it up and become God and grant wishes to poor?
My dreams perished
My hopes despaired
My life’s a worthless
I have no more hopes,
I will wait here happily
To be stumbled down soon
And be born as a God in next
There will be no sufferings on Earth
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