I lay down
beneath
The Moreton Bay Fig Tree
until I lost the sense of time and space
and the gigantic roots
covered me with love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! the corpse is delicious dish of the soil the blo0d is taste drinks of the soil and the soil is alive by this way for years after years! Yes; the roots of all tree find out their livelihood from this alive soil!
A very interesting comment Mahtab, thank you, much appreciated by me, Vince.