Tending to your soil,
My hands are loyal.
I tend to your bark,
Which is gnarled and arced.
I love you. You wilt.
I'm left to prune guilt.
PAUL, The explanation you gave goes well with the content! But I hope in the true spirit of Christmas she might just relent! Best wishes, -Raj
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this clever poem and it has a natural rhythm as organic as this tree!