Lonely Tree

A tree lonely there- in the rocks, evil storms survived and heat, and snow, sad but proud stands staring at the mountains, accidentally encountered seed on this beach. In the luminous glow here the sunrise erupts, gently as a sapphire the sky is blue, but the tree lonely she groaned, stubbornly all over, behind the sea. When storms wild wobble and huge waves- wild and malicious, start mercilessly to pour it, of its power and power pleased, as an old warrior the tree stands up, as an ancient stoic accepts fate and your holy law-life, defends himself up there on the rock. And at night dreams of green mountains, sunny meadows with the aroma of herbs, flowers and though storms are evil be distorted, it holds tight for its rock. Ah, wood lonely, how do I understand you? And I like you lonely here I suffer, of the foreign coast- wood plucked, alone in the storms ruthless ...