Financial gain and deep growth,
the fruit of my dream is of you, firm and richness.
I have observed your sexuality and desire,
and you also by mine.
Vines, bushes and trees are differant styles.
Colored with life they are painted to each particular.
I have shown you by my effort and disappointment.
By your love of green fruit in my dreams.
I will nevertheless wait until sleep to show you.
Work long and hard to achieve all your goals.
If the fruit is ripe, with pregnancy and it is ready.
Inside of your dream is a child or children you want.
Beware of the staff,
and of bitter with rot, leaves not green, curling brown,
withdraw if you can and get out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is coloured with each particular sequence and perception of nature. This poem is interestingly penned.10