It was an uninterrupted, thick
stream of milk, continuously.
Out side of the tree
hung from the limbs moving leaves.
Manic hands reaching the point
underground where fingers
are never still.
Continuous uninterrupted streams
inside of the tree are it's rings.
Green leaves point to one limb
a very long limb
connected by two ropes is a swing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem