For years I have watched you
Your slim stature, tall and proud
The queen of all you survey
And still my admiration for you grows
I have always admired you
Always have you given me pleasure
Your firm body and outstretched arms
Covered in a shawl of green
If I could speak to you
I would tell you of my feelings
But you are a tree
And I, foreign to your language
Maybe you feel what I am thinking
I would like to think so
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like trees, and I like this poem.