The spirit flies towards the tree
Listening to the buzzing bee
Flying gloriously and so free
The spirit of spirits flies towards the tree
Absorbing, forming, life outpouring
Spirit pouring so restoring
All its soul its force so soaring
In its branches the tree is storing
The spirits life, its mind deforming
Making a bond with tree so bright
Branches bear fruit of spirits delight
The bond between spirit and tree makes life
Making this tree so justified and right
The spirit moved on to many other things
Bonded with them and making them be
Giving them soul and a new purpose to see
Making them full to the brim with new seeds
Soon the spirit bonded with the world
Bringing life and tales unfold
Making forests sing and deserts bold
Valleys deep and Mountains old
Giving all life hope and lives so told
So the spirit did digress
After looking over its best
And all of the life that it did address
Into the mists did it repress
To watch in the shadows and so rest
Until the world needed to be redressed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem