Today,
My tree displays,
The budding leaves of life,
So green, so tender soft,
So fragile in their growth,
And yes!
The leaves they start to live,
Eventually, generously will give,
The oxygen we need and share,
Until in winter they go bear.
Trees,
So strong in wooded majesty,
So green your stately throne,
A crown of leaves you proudly wear,
As nothing else we've ever known.
You give to us beauty and life,
The minute you become alive.
Trees,
Green beauties to adore,
Standing straight,
Kissing the earth,
Of Life, the secret door.
It would be nice if we could be,
As strong and honest as a Tree,
A miracle for all to see,
Demanding nothing but, To Be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem