If you rejoice,
why melancholy eyes shine.
If you miss,
why your voice the major sounds?
poplar lonely:
You rustle with green wings,
you rustle lunar at night,
And the fine dream
will dream you -
wavy an arable land....
Walk under a rainbow …
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dream-of-a-lonely-poplar/
