This crisp autumn morning,
the great tree sighs
for its destiny: a dictionary.
This warm summer evening
the dictionary sighs
remembering when it was a living tree.
Well, tree-roots scrabble too, in the earth - but very, very slowly..
Clever, M. Can it be a Scrabble dictionary please? t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Slow is good in poe-tree! t x