News and entertainment are difficult things
The squirrels said to Bree.
Run up this branch with me.
I'm sorry, none of that ever happened, ever happened.
Could it be? Four people in a boardroom.
One in chains in a wheelchair room.
Imprisoning art. But the trees bloom anyway.
But the trees bloom anyway.
Run up this branch with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem