Trees of Norway spruce
at night become
tall towers of babel
attracting birds to their free inns
.. to rest commune and babble
God Let these towers stand
.. as they weave their
green lace strands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way you weave this together with the idea of trees and towers as well as the play on the word babel. It also evokes the time of Christmas for me with the weave of green lace strands. Very nicely done.