The old birches,
like the old aksakals
recalled about far gone young years,
with the picturesque Bregel’s trunks
obliterated and engraved
heavily by times.
Two days ago
one of them fell down at night,
crushed by a strong wind,
and now all his survived comrades
looked so solemn
in deep mourn,
shocked by this tragedy.
This old forest
deployed on the bank of mountain river
is going to extinction
in our eyes,
forgotten
by friends of nature
ecologs and fighters with Global warming,
left along unprotected
into the depth of the countryside
And time is progressively
stealing from that birches
their youth, maturity, memory about happy days
of old generation
and coming offspring,
and even wiping off this crumbled world
from the crumbled memory of locals people.
The birches of Kara-Kulja
© Copyright: Муратбек Рысбеков, 2019
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