Ballad about a little tree

Behind the edge, where no one lives
A little young tree opened leaves.
He was afraid, he was alone,
He cried so plaintive all nights long.

But suddenly there came a light.
In fact, it was the end of night.
And little tree began to leave –
To breathe, to smile and to believe.

Far, far away and long ago
A winter came with ice and snow.
It was so cold, and tree froze up.
He slept, but suddenly woke up.

It was a voice, a stranger’s voice.
It called him, made some loud noise.
It was so lovely and so sweet,
That he revived so glad to meet.

He saw a window, sun, shined there.
There was no place for cold nightmare.
It was so warm there and so calm.
It was his turn to overcome.

It was the Earth, the land of dreams.
He opened window, and his leaves
Went throw it. He began to fall,
But he was not afraid at all.

It was so beautiful! He saw
A green hill with a big old ore.
He saw a river and a frog,
He saw deep valleys with some fog.

He saw a forest, happy widow
And than, at least, a pretty meadow.
Soon he decided to live their.
Believe me, ‘cause this story’s fair.

[ноябрь-декабрь 2008]