Said the huge tree,
To the tiny one,
I am so much richer than you.
My green notes are in plentitude,
And I can be seen by everyone.
You are just a tiny tree.
The tiny tree just gazed up,
At the huge tree.
Then he said,
But I am cute and pretty.
The tiny tree expounded,
You are scary,
And I am well noted,
For my few and sweet green notes.
I don't need to be richer.
Children come and play with me.
They laugh and sing around me.
They tell me how beautiful my green notes are.
And they will never fell me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem