When you planted me in fertile soil <br />I was a sprout weak and small <br />But owing to your care and toil <br />I grew up quickly strong and tall. <br /> <br />With tenderness you watered me, <br />You found your comfort in my shade, <br />And used to drink your fresh-brewed tea <br />As in the wind my branches swayed. <br /> <br />As years ran by we both grew old, <br />Your hair became, like clouds, grey, <br />We went through hardships, heat and cold, <br />We had both sad and happy days. <br /> <br />But struck by poverty you sold <br />Your lovely piece of fertile land, <br />New owner didn’t care at all <br />And cut me down with his brutal hand. <br /> <br />And when my soul left the wood <br />I saw sad tears run down your face <br />Your sorrow and despondent mood <br />Carved in your heart a bleeding trace. <br /> <br />Good-bye, my friend, for now adieu, <br />I’ll see you in the paradise, <br />With my green leaves, there I’ll shade you, <br />I’ll be the délight of your eyes.<br /><br />Ruslan Kerimov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tree-35/
