I think I will never see, a poem lovely as a tree.
The tree spreads its leafy arms,
getting the child all his charms,
protecting the child from the sun,
the child is now at his fun.
The tree is now very old,
the winter now gets all the
cold,
the sad tree shed his leaves in winter,
The sky is now being the snow sprinkler.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem