The child use pieces of crayon,
draws a giant tree dark brown
with grass green leaves and bloody red fruit
that hangs on the branches
there are weavers and doves in yellow and dark blue
that jump around in the branches and a white and black cat
half-way up the tree where the child
and a copper coloured dog stands in the shade.
There is a bright sun that hangs yellow-gold
in the dull blue sky and on the other side
the dark night and the moon
and he gives the picture to me,
says that I am also in it
but I do look past myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem