Dance,
these boughs and branches
sway,
revelry at the midday,
sun,
hates me and hides behind
the rain
love I have, I grow is in vain
but my leaves,
my bark are still strong enough to live
so me dance,
a heartbreak to fight against
dance,
my bending boughs and branches,
dance,
on my own roots, I can still stand..
kite remedy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-betrayed-tree/
