the willow sways in the sultry air
the breeze coaxing it to dance to the
phantom music
that trills along each scrap of bark
that clings to its earthen mother
overhead the moon watches smiling
silver and luminescent
effulgent and wise
it knows all the secrets
that the music chimes
and the trees can only dance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem