Tree branches creating individual patterns on reflections
of glass windows, making beautiful designs of nature to
look at continually as I write.
Waving up and down, because the wind outside is blowing,
not able to see the wind in here, yet the reflections of
the branches can still be moved as if the wind is in here.
Colorful green, still being seen as if they were inside
and really part of nature, even though they are not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Artful picture tree leaves create on window pan quite interesting and lovely to see and enjoy!