This tree, does it make angel fruits?
And if so, how deep are it roots?
Do they extend to some foreign town?
Are the fruits sweet, sour, square or round?
The bees, do they know of flowers sweeter?
Will it do like other trees and die in winter?
Or can it be that death it does not know?
Because it wears the moon as its halo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem