the leaf speaks to the tree,
'i am tree', pounding its chest!
the tree whispers with a smile,
'but my son i am leaf! '...
the ground beneath trembles with laughter,
'yes, and i am sky! '
then the wind comes,
and with a mighty rush,
blows them all away!
three voices rhyming in distant echoes...
'we are wind! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem