a year for earth
to round the sun
a year for the tree
to round up the time
each year in one ring
one tough and round body
to store all her dreams
wonderful and tall
she stands
holding up
all those rings
welcoming us
to be
witnesses
of
her
cool
cool
dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Big trees are a part of the history of the landscapes in which they live. Lovely poem, John. Warm regards, Sandra