A small tree
Alone in the dirt. small and innocent.
Wind blowing through the leaves, smallest
tree all around. Small and strong. No matter
how hard the wind blows the roots are still
Forever standing until knocked down. Shedding
Its beauty everywhere. For all to see gods creation.
sometimes magic descends and a poem blooms bright and shining and how free that tree must be rooted to soil giving to all such beauty a fine poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this nice small tree, may blessed with lovely flowers