Of course, a tree has rings,
each one, a wedding-band
oh, to be the 'bride' of such a tree
to bask in His emerald love unendingly.
Minus all other pining cordialities
bar a litany of morning birdsong.
Oh, wouldn't that be truly heavenly?
Wear plain sky as a wedding sarong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Bri though the poem is beautiful.