Ode to a tree

Look, look there,
An object so envy
For his strenghth to be there all day
Looking at his creator
Dancing with the wind.

One minute of one hour, one month and one year passed
But it still stands
A storm passed and there was another
But it is still straight
Giving me a wonderful feeling.

You admit
I would be like it
To prove that
They are also stronger
How I envy those much.

You this thing is not made for death, my tree immortal
No generation hungry tread thee down,
The voice I heard each time passing
Pleading not to kill them
And after them instead.

Today I say my goodbye to the trees so envy
For I can not have another chance to see
His hands dance in the wind
For the rest, and I never wake up;
GOODBYE MY TREE beautiful!